Oh, my Lord Give me chills and fever Send a signal To my receiver Hard livin' Killing me I need that woman Set me free And I want her Want so much '
On our first flash of freedom, I called out your name Love it is hard like an overdue train We felt so much more than our hearts could explain On our
She was hell on her mama, impossible to please She wore out her daddy got the best of me And there's something about her That only I can see and that'
Takin' my time I'm slowin' down a little bit Takin' my time Slowin' down a little bit Yeah, when I was a young boy Honey, my fuse was lit Yeah, when
Boy, that bottle belongs to the devil Better leave it on the shelf Could be the old man wants it For himself Well, it hurts my heart to see a young man
Well, poor Tom Jefferson, he Loved the little maid out back Midnight creepin' Out to the servant shack Kept a secret under the bed Wrapped in a burlap
I took my few belongings We headed out to Pirate's Cove In my buddy's old Defender We ran until the gas got low We were flyin' close to heaven Everything
All I'm wanting is to see you And to hold you once again And see the sun color your hair And see the tall grass blow in the wind Overcome me, bitter
I'm watching the water Watching the coast Suddenly I know What I want the most And I want to tell you Still I hold back I need some time Get my life
going 2 come around I don't want 2 switch the mojo, but I would! I don't want 2 see the freak show, but I should! I don't want 2 switch the mojo, it
we're out to seek! (Pre Chorus) Suckers keep running. The same old excuse, the verbal abuse, the riffs misuse so you have no use for the Mojo crew!!!!
have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo
Aggressive, my style versitile. You're best to hear the Mojo growl. Coming up behind with a bat, ""crack"" from a Mr. Payne attack. Dazed and confused
I used to live my life in fear. Thinking that my ways were wrong. I lived my life by a book, written by Man. I jumped more evils than your man Knevil
You lied, connived and pressed flesh till 1600 was your address. The chameleon at the podium whose words cause pandamonium. A nation under stress, you
Youth of today aren't happy and gay, hostile, volatile only concerned with style. Home alone so they act grown. Who's the baby-sitter since your parents
I remember the motto corporate rock sucks, now I look at Green Day it must be payday. Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little alternative
Events of recent history indicate that Americans are setting a course for the end of their own great nation. The ever growing trend in this country is