it has claimed to fame I'm a mystery man I'm doing what I can With a continental international plan So Come on now, it's all now This play is here to
Greg Camp Tell me why we're all gluttons for pain The girl is totally insane She doesn't know the meaning of tame Still I can't put out the flame
better (better) It's getting better since you've been mine Getting so much better all the time (it's getting better all the time, better, better, better) It's getting better all
re an All Star get your game on, go play Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the
I can't get enough of you baby I can't get enough of you baby Yes it's true Baby yes it's true Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this I get to wishin
Greg Camp I'm lookin' at my watch At all the time that's been stolen When I was carrying you It seems I've tripped and I've fallen Don't want no one
In the mornin you go gunnin' For the man who stole your water And you fire till he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are all
Momma tole me, "Boy, you best behave, 'Cause Santa keeps a list of all his favs. And if you don't shape up, you ain't gettin' squat." But the devil on
Get your motor runnin' California Interstate 1 Pacific Coast Party If you got to work today Get yourself a new vocation Pacific Coast Party You don't
Grab the keys to my car I'm on my way Can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills Don't have a clue 'Cause my minds in motion Just trying
what the hell happened Then some were spellbound some were hellbound Some they fell down and some got back up and Fought back 'gainst the melt down And their kids were hippie chicks all
fun, melting in the sun She likes her jokes as long as they're bad And I'll laugh anyway But I'll never really know her She told me all I really need
Greg Camp Paint the town take a bow Thank every body you're gonna do it again You are the few the proud You are the antibody, mind, soul and Zen And
You keep it on the real, still you gotta find a way To make your mama happy, to make your papa proud You gotta turn it up but all you hear is turn it
on a cocktail napkin Think about it like a loaded weapon Cock the hammer and point that thing at me Chorus: Why don't you call(3x) Kill me for the thrill of it all
Why can't we be friends (4x) I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya 'round for a long long time I really, I really, I really remember when you drank my wine
thin between fun and sin And we're all clockin' in for the day And our only care is what to wear CHORUS Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid
It's different now and when you speak Every word means no (2x) I'm a slave I'm anything I haven't lost my way I'm looking around in directions 'Cause all