They just don't make That kind of license anymore That way of life anymore That type of world anymore What you've done Get out of my dreams you scum They weren't meant for anyone They weren't meant for anyone but me In my cinematic mind I see battles fought at sea I awake in dawn's empire It must be lonely being you being me What you've done Get out of my dreams you scum They weren't meant for anyone but me What you've done I just get so over-run Impossible dreams they come for me For me It's for the worlds they never see This beatific revelry By windswept kisses heavens rave Lovers rise and fall and fall and rise again What you've done Get out of my dreams you scum They weren't meant for anyone but me What you've done I just get so over-run These unthoughtful dreams they come for me What you've done Get out of my dreams you scum They weren't meant for anyone but me But me

(The Leading Horse is white - the second horse is red - the third one is a black - the last one is a green.) Well a who them a follow Smokealot - the vibesbringer no dead ringer The trigger finger, got bombs in the grapevine Connected to tech nines Yeah! It's H the lyrical weapon Wanna clash me - let's get steppin Your girls' panties, I will be wetting Last night's events she won't be forgetting Anticipating to tar through your spine Anticipating taking your time When you're weak, they're telling you you are strong When you're right, they're telling you you are wrong Yeah! (The Leading Horse is white - the second horse is red - the third one is a black - the last one is a green. The Leading Horse is white - the second horse is red - the third one is a black - the last one is a green.) Well a who them a follow The mic fiend - kind a surprise into your eyes No disguise, beatin' with time, switch sick, spit bricks I'm blockin ya lines No diggedy - deeper than most Trust me crew I got reason to boast If you want war, then bring it 'Coz there's no doubt, I'll easily win it I bring quick brawls, fast trouble For every line you buss, I blast double When you're weak, they're telling you you are strong When you're right, they're telling you you are wrong Yeah! (The Leading Horse is white - the second horse is red - the third one is a black - the last one is a green.) (The Leading Horse is white - the second horse is red - the third one is a black - the last one is a green.) [...]

I don't know about my dreamin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my lovin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreamin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Fallin. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my lovin anymore. All that I know is I'm lovin, fallin, lovin, lovin. Might as well love you. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my lovin anymore. All that I know is I'm turnin, turnin, turnin, turnin, Might as well turn in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreamin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my lovin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Might as well fall in. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreamin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Fallin. I don't know about my love. I don't know about my lovin anymore. All that I know is I'm lovin, lovin, lovin, lovin. Might as well love you. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreamin anymore. All that I know is I'm fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin. Might as well fall in.

Phone it in again, another in bank, I'm spoiled by the riches I had a line to remember and I wrote it in the sand Tried to go get it but the tide swooned We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win You bet We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? We share without knowing Screams soaring in every direction We sweat like boat builders and marvel at our work Smiling at the imperfections We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win We will get up to get down Keep the faith, sing loud We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? Why'd I wait so long to break these chains! Give them our regards out there Tell them we'll be back again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you (Smiling at the imperfections) (As they disappeared over the horizon) From Rain City to Gainesville we ran Then back to Melville again With whiskey-soaked tales, half-forgotten Still in the bottle at the bottom Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me? Why'd I wait so long to take the reins of my life! Why'd I wait so long to break these chains! Why'd I wait so long to take the reins! We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory here (I've been guilty, I know that, believe me) (I admit, I've been bored, I've been lazy) Down and out on Cherokee Street Give our regards to them 'til we return again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you (Somewhere near you)

Looking for someone to bless you? You know I do what I do. Punch drunk, in a haze. In disorder. In that order. Say a Hail Mary, you'll catch a fish. Won't save you from my nonsense. Smoked to death, I got nerves to wreck. Don't forget: I'm in your corner. I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet, so don't tell 'em. Shit lists, I've been on a few. I'll make some more before I'm through. Ripping through my veins, ice water. And if you wanna, call me after midnight. I'll be listening to Running With The Devil I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead. Sometimes the choice is the stick or the whip. Either way I don't give a shit. We all got to pay dues. 'Cuz when you're Rocking In The Free World, it don't come cheap. And that's the way it'll always be. 'Til I'm old and gray. Til I'm dead to the world, I've got a show tonight So call me after midnight. I'll do the same, in your honour, 'til I'm a goner I decided long ago to throw those years away. Used to be in misery, but no more. I know I've been a sinner, that's just my history. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet. The devil don't know I'm dead yet, so don't tell 'em.

Down in the gutter, heart's in the dumps. Suicide blues, pour me another. Your little monster's "all growns up". Much too much. Enough's enough. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. You think you got me but I'm gonna get you back. Silent like a mouse, I smell a rat. I've got a promise, what you've got I'm gonna get. Except those suicide blues. You can keep them. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. I've been thinking 'bout the way that you've been doing me wrong. About the way that you've been taking the piss out of me. The smile's all teeth. This face said This Means War. I'll wait 'til the priest stands over me. I'll wait 'til it pours out in eulogies. I'll wait for the fire, the brimstone. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you. I'm gonna get the last laugh on you If it's the last thing I do. You can find me at the bottom of a lake With a dollar in my pocket and a bullet in the brain. With the face that said This Means War. A face that said This Means War. I'll wait 'til the priest stands over me. I'll wait 'til it pours out in eulogies. I'll wait for the fire, the brimstone. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world. I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world I'll wait 'til the end of the world To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you To get the last laugh on you

Blazin' a trail out to Tallyrand Hopped the fence with the razor wire, sped off to Sassaquin Pits Nicky don't care no better I wanna feel that way again, so Let's go down to the river at night Go down to the river Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? I'm ready Climbed the tower to the tops Smashed the glass globes Laughed as they dropped I knew there was a reason I got up this morning I got to feel the glory Now I want it all the time Used to dream about this every day Now it's standing right in front of mе The mighty dirty dollar make a monster outta man Cloggin' up thе gutter, it's enough to make ya mad Call me when you wanna take the fight to all of that You and I, my friend, we built this thing together I got that Mona Lisa secret sinner grin I got that Muddy Waters song stuck in my head I knew there was a reason I got up this morning Hope this feeling never ends I wanna mix it up while I still can It's doing figure eights in my head It's doing figure eights in my head Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? I'm ready The mighty dirty dollar make a monster outta man Cloggin' up the gutter, it's enough to make ya mad Call me when you wanna take the fight to all of that Don't you understand? You and I, my friend, we built this thing together

This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran It fits me better than a smile on a dead man Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock I've strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words The bar withstood the raising, which taste makers allowed One fire to block the exit, two palms to block the sound As each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse And with the weight of a monolith perched on a guiltless chest Once a witness you can't shake the thought of 15 year old dick ornaments On kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass Wide open, inviting the next pop rock star asshole Well I won't be failed anymore And I won't play fair anymore All eyes are on the lighthouse collapsing I've strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words The fires were amazing, why would you put those out? And what the gun was not erasing, these bare hands snuffed right out When each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse You won't be failed anymore