Take a peak behind the curtain at my grand design Any less than picture-perfect, and it'll be cast aside I'm so impatient for inspiration when my pen becomes the sword Because I'll scrap ya if I have to go back to the drawing board Some dreams are simply meant to die What happens if they get revived? You thought you could toss me out? The ink ain't even dry! I'm no good, so cross me out And then we'll dot some I's That's a price all artists pay! A sacrifice! "That's so cliché" Lightning struck, and I was born The final cut just cut the cord Your dark imagination may be where demons hide So why'd you ever blame them When your pen brought them to life? (No!) You can't choose your family At least, not genetically But, I feel like we'll be real quick friends You brought me back So don't that make sense? (Oh, that makes sense!) Oh, don't you color me surprised! (I only see in black and white) 'Cause you can't kill the show He'll always get revived You made it happen! You made it real! When you imagined you gave us life and made us feel! Your thunder clappin', it's gettin' real! So if you haven't checked the forecast The weather's lookin' wet, I'll take the wheel So what if I'm a little rough around the edges? I'm an unmade masterpiece, I keep artists on their ledges This reboot might get messy, that's why I'm sorta sketchy I don't dance obediently, the demon's knees are far from bendy You made me in your image, so I lack a soul Tryin' to wipe me from existence And you're playin' Whack-A-Mole (oh!) Too bad you can not erase me! That, in fact, is why you hate me I'm your vision, bastardized "Like Frankenstein!" Then actualized! No, I won't color you surprised (You pull the plug, I'm still alive!) True artists never thrive At best, they'll survive! You made it happen! You made it real! Nobody's actin', but it's a show I'm gonna steal! Go call the cast in! I'll play the heel And if you haven't read the details The devil's due his debt, so take the deal I've been abominated, hollow eyes a-glow Re-animated, yet unrecognizable No better way to paint it This frame can not contain it To think of talent wasted Out of ink, but now I taste it (la, la, la, la) Even angels need to let the steam off (la, la, la, la) And no one's here to shut the damn machine off This work of art, once pure of heart May still become corrupted (all the stains are my scars!) I've come to find, it wasn't lightning That I've been struck with You made it happen! You made it real! Lights, camera, action! You put me right back on the reel! Now look who's laughin', your fate is sealed! Don't bother askin' for the details The devil's due his debt, and that's the deal (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!)

Well, it was way high up in the Sierry Petes Where the yellow pines grow tall Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam Had a round-up camp last fall They had their ponies and their running irons And maybe a dog or two And they 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf That came within their view Well many a lop-eared dogie If he didn't hush up by day Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched In a most artistic way Then says Rusty Diggs to Sandy Sam As he throwed his seago down "I'm tired of cowbiography "And I figures I'll go to town" They starts her in at the Kentucky Bar At the head of the Whisky Row And they ends her up at the Depot House And forty drinks below Then he winds her up and they turns her 'round And they goes her the other way Tell you the Lord-forsaken truth Them boys got drunk that day Well, they was a-headin' back to camp And a-packin' a mighty good load Who should they meet but the Devil himself Come prancin' down the road? And the Devil he said, "You cowboy skunks "You better go hunt your hole "'Cause I've come up from the Hell's rim rock "To gather in your souls" Says Rusty Jiggs to the Devil "Though I know we're tight "No devil ever took no cowpunch "Without one kind of a fight" So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope He swang it straight and true He lassoed it onto the devil's horns And he's takin' his dallies true Now Sandy Sam was a reata man With his gut line coiled up neat So he shakes her out and he builds him a loop And he lassoed the Devil's hind feet They stretched him out, they tailed him down While the irons was a-gettin' hot They cropped and swallow-forked his ears And they branded him up a lot Well they pruned him up with a dehorning saw Tied knots in his tail for a joke Then they rode off and left him there Necked up to a black-jack oak So if you're ever up in the Sierry Petes And you hear one hell of a wail Know it's that Devil a-bellowin' 'round About them knots in his tail You'll know it's that Devil a-bellowin' around About them knots in his tail

Watching a stretch of road Miles of light explode Drifting off a thing I'd never done before Watching a crowd roll in Out go the lights it begins A feeling in my bones I've never felt before, mmh People always told me That bars are dark and lonely And talk is often cheap and filled with air Sure, sometimes they thrill me But nothing could ever chill me Like the way they make the time just disappear Feeling you here again Hot on my skin again Feeling good a thing I've never known before What does it mean to feel Millions of dreams come real? A feeling in my soul I'd never felt before, mmh And you, you always told me No matter how long it holds me If it falls apart Or makes us millionaires We'll be right here forever Go through this thing together And on heaven's golden shore We'll lay our heads

Sittin' here with me and mine All wrapped up in a bottle of wine Little we can do, we gonna see it through somehow So, now are you ready to go, my lady? I been waitin' on the boat here, I been waitin' so long Bang! Bang! Goes the night All wrapped up in the firelight Don't, "Rock bottom" just listen, just slow down So, now are you ready to go, my lady? I been waitin' on the boat here, I been waitin' so long "Can he see me? Does he feel me? Does he know me at all?" "Does it shiver? Always deliver? Does it know me at all?" So, now are you ready to go, Mahgeetah? I been waitin' on the boat here, I been waitin' so long Mahgeetah Mahgeetah Mahgeetah Mahgeetah Mahgeetah Mahgeetah

Should I close my eyes and prophesize Hoping maybe someday come? Should I wet the ground with my old tears Crying over what's been done? Should I lift the dirt and plant the seed Even though I've never grown? Should I wet the ground with the sweat from my brow And believe in my good work? My good work, my good work, my good work. Hey there, I'm flying up above Looking down, on the tired earth But I can see I can see potential Speaking through you Speaking to you From all of heavens possibility Power, hey do you know how it work? Hey do you know that the meek They shall inherit the earth But you should work You should work Yeah for yourself and the family Should I hit the water or stay on dry land Even though I never swam? Take machete into the brush Though at first there is no plan Taste the warpaint on my tongue As it's dripping with my sweat Place my gaze in the futures path Seeing things that ain't come yet Hope to watch the victory dance After the days work is done Hope to watch the victory dance In the evening's setting sun Hope to watch the victory dance Over many lives to come Hope to watch the victory dance In the evening's setting sun Setting sun, setting sun, setting sun! Hope to dance the victory dance After the days work is done Hope to dance the victory dance In the evenings setting sun Hope to dance the victory dance Over many lives to come Hope to dance the victory dance In the evenings setting sun Setting sun!

I'm getting tired of your shit, you don't ever buy me a thing See every time you come around, you gotta bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone See, why can't we be by ourselves sometimes? I've been having this on my mind for a long time I just want it to be you and me like it used to be, baby But you don't know how to act. As a matter fact, I think you better call Tyrone Tell him come on, help you get your shit Yea you better call Tyrone But you can't use my phone So every time we go somewhere, I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboy's way, and sometimes your cousin's way They don't ever have to pay Don't have no cars, hang around in bars Try to hang around with stars like Badu I will tell you the truth You better show them proof Call Tyrone Tell him come on, help you get your shit. Oh, call Tyrone But you can't use my phone.

I wont ask you where you're goin. I wont ask you where you been. I know after a million times you get sick of all my lines, But I just wanna see you safe again. Hopefully it occurs to me that there's one thing I cant stand. That's the thought of a single day, without your head in my hand. I know that just now I aint been showin, The kind of love you know that I can. So gimmie a little time and you'll be knowin your good lovin Baby is back on top again. I always hoped you'd be showin, And now you've shown as much as you can. But after each time im still glowin With a good lovin smile that's yours until the end.