slow Time, goddamn no-good son of a gun Time, goddamn no-good son of a gun Time, goddamn no-good son of a gun Time, goddamn no-good son of a gun Time
Look at how they stop and stare As if they've never seen a heart in love And though I see them I don't care 'cause, I'm too busy thinking bout our love
like fire flies Just when I thought l was over you girl it's July If only I could make it through this time of year With every day like a souvenir From
i'm travelling through confusion on a hectic highway ride i'm breaking down illusion i am seeing things for the first time there's nowhere left to hide
heroes are whores and your only god is you Fuck the title, It's a brand new bible A hymn for the condemned Let me hear you burn This is the time, this
is a stranger in your home (Both): Our love's like a mountain, one can't move it alone Chorus: (Both): But you and me and time (Both): Finally
't know you were a fake. Every lie straight to my face. So blind I could not see right behind my back you stabbed me I should have known you were a bitch
are warm and tender, your arms hold me just right Sweet words of love you remember that the one at home forgot Each time we say it's the last time, oh
place a new electrical one He had flown in from Japan 'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin' Brand new country star He rides around in a
I sit alone in a field It's hard to filter the things you feel I let this go with no eyes I'm trapped in space and I'm trapped in time Everyday, everyday
light years will burn 'fore i return i left it all behind with no concern for things back then can't be again forever trapped in time that never bends
so deserving separating pieces of you this is easier than i thought but she looks so good in red but she still she bathes in sin but she looks so
all my body and my soul, let the good times roll CHORUS Let the good times roll With all my body and my soul Let the good times roll Let the good times
, bless a brand-new angel Heaven isn't all that far Though time came to take you You are still living in my heart With our love that is never changing Please, bless a brand
'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times is hard, you stand up L-U-P the man, 'cause the brand that the fans trust So even if they
fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a
You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking
