Oh, I live with the world Like you would with an ex I'm checking in Where she's checking out next She makes moves deep in my head Burning a hole right down in my chest Like the morning Just slide out the window 'Til the dawning Just slide out the window She waits for the end Wearing a sundress We were growing up Now we're growing apart Like the morning Just slide out the window 'Til the dawning Just slide out the window You gotta slide Oh, you gotta slide Oh, you gotta slide You gotta slide When the sеasons change And it gets dark We'll own sunrise Hold your breath And cross your heart I'll take you there Like the morning Just slide out the window 'Til the dawning Just slide out the window You gotta slide You gotta slide You gotta slide You gotta slide You gotta slide You gotta slide You gotta slide Slide

I've been lookin forward to liftin up the veil Guess is the answer you know that for sure The night time is the right time dont you know girl You've heard it before Hey Inhaler, inhaler Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Inhaler, inhaler Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Cold is the shoulder you'll give me for sure Dance with your hips and grind on the floor The night time is the right time dont you know girl You've heard it before Hey Inhaler, inhaler Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Inhaler, inhaler Inhaler, inhaler Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Inhaler, inhaler, inhaler, inhaler! Yeah yeah yeah

I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria crying Late last night I heard the news That Veracruz was dying Veracruz was dying Someone called Maria's name I swear it was my father's voice Saying, "If you stay you'll all be slain You must leave now - you have no choice Take the servants and ride west Keep the child close to your chest When the American troops withdraw Let Zapata take the rest" I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria calling Saying, "Veracruz is dying And Cuernavaca's falling" Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore) Hacia el puerto volvere (To the port I will return) Aunque el destino cambio mi vida (Even though destiny changed my life) En Veracruz morire (In Veracruz I shall die) Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore) I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard them in the harbor Saying, "Veracruz is dying"

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go Someone's always trying to tell them Something they already know So their anger and resentment flow But don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too He will surely take them out on you In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat Alas, their lives are incomplete Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful On the radio, Mohammed's Radio You've been up all night listening for his drum Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp "Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp" Don't it make you want to rock and roll All night long Mohammed's Radio

I started as an altar boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves, doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund" I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy Of course I went to law school and took a law degree And counseled all my clients to plead insanity Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair I put my last few francs down on a prostitute Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig? And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade I opened up an agency somewhere down the line To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals