Don?t strain your brain, paint a train You?ll be singin? in the rain I said don?t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your
Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta
once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't
t paid, my shit ain't straight I'm ready to flip, I'm goin insane Because my kids ain't ate They lookin at daddy askin why ain't no food on their plate
pray they think your packin' Be sure to keep your head down, don't look 'em in the eye And don't get fancy, Ricky, we ain't Jimmy Cagney Look at me, let
me you can't get far Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town Hey pretty baby don't you know it
me For putting you in my song But the spirit she moves me In fact she pushes me along It's a patchwork quilt of a life Can't stop the river Just let it
that get close enough to grasp it And you?re looking at me like another broken glass Getting closer to the edge without emotional attachment. And maybe you don?t
Whoa, whoa 'Cause you can't, 'cause you can't 'Cause you can't, 'cause you can't stop Whoa, whoa Can you hear me? Hey! Do you feel it? Hey! If you're with me
won't see no halo = You must be joking when you point at me. Hey ! Don't you blame me ! Don't you touch me ! Won't you ever leave me be ? I wanna live! Don't
a sin Now you may call him a tramp But I know it goes a little deeper than that He's a highway chile Walk on brother Don't let no one stop you Highway
: My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him
now Detroit city back in 99 Stoned out of my mind On that rock-n-roll pain train I had to slow things down I live out in the woods now It helps me keep
your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made
's what we got Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah) Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what? Y'all ain't know? Untold damage,
should go slow I know this won't ever be easy, I don't give up, so won't you get me Give me some more, I need it right now, get it now, Give me some
run up and try to jack mine, first nigga fuck up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the