a hell of a town Plenty of devils for taking you down Any time of night and day It's a hell of a town Getting drunk on the tears of a clown It's a hell
: [Cover of Sam Cooke's "Another Saturday Night"] I got in town a month ago I seen a lot of girls since then If I could meet 'em I could get 'em But
walking away like I ain't seen a fuckin' thing (ain't seen a fuckin' thing) I went across the street and walked up to the drive-through window at a Burger King (at a
Lived a lie As you crawl back to your womb-like existence In the night In the night In the night you see through jaded eyes In the night In the night
their might Through the darkness night, I'll be there Chorus: I'll fight hell to hold you, no river too deep or mountain high I'll fight hell to
HEY! You were like one of those guys The kind with a wandering eye But I said, "hey what the hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side
just like a roller coaster, just like a roller (roller) Life's just like a roller coaster, just like a roller (roller) C'mon don't act like that Cussin me out like I'm a
right now [Verse 1: B.o.B.] Yeah I could use a dream or a genie or a wish To go back to a place much simpler than this 'Cause after all the partyin'
could really be a good life A good, good life! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh [One Republic:] To my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A.,
in a ya own shoeses Either you're winning or losing don't you get it confused Tay you starring in a ya own movie playing of a role you choose so Stand
home. When he awakes hell look for me. And hell find himself there all alone. And will he cry all night? And will he cry all day? And will he cry all night
mind Oh but to, creep into your room A little help from the silver moon To silently fill your dreams You'd take my hand and follow me to Another time, a
still of the night A yearning for shelter Silence kissing your wounds, soothing your pain Darkness, what do they know About loosing direction, clutchin a
the light The spirit on a mission in the shell of a beast The ferryman is gentle And promises are made The other side may hold a lot to see He's
: Sitting by the window Staring out into the night Waiting up for the light of day And the sound of silence The faintly flaring candle light Parting
: Countless pointing fingers A nameless crowd too swollen to analyse Takes a rise out of the stranger Don't know where he's come from Bumfuck raises
a fool Vain glory be my wicked guide What's Hell without a Paradise? What's the night without a day? We would think it's bright What's a fall if we
up a symbol of warning to give me fear, to keep me away from paradise although it's so near, expecting I don't take a look at what is behind: Freedom
