Ha!. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. . I'm chillin' with my guys,. We steppin' out tonight,. Hit a spot that's looking fly. You know we keep it tight,. Hop on my ride it's on.
Cynics and Christ like hypocrites. How they stick to you, like glue?. Jealous and thoughtless lunatics. How they stick to you, like glue?. . Truth is like a tragedy.
One more white the other dressed in red. One invincible and the other fell down and bled. One to touch your face the other to wipe the sweat. One to know your name and the other not just yet.
Wind storm, comes the sound. From the stars my dark has come. You've gone from me. . Woah, tragedy. Woah, tragedy. . Woah, come back, help me here. Call me my love, love, be sincere.
I.0. I. I. I. I. I. I. 0. I. 0. I.O.. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O.. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.. . You know I love getting up in the morning.
Like a dream in the night. As the snow settles white. There's a fire burning bright. In Massachusetts. . And there's a house upon a hill. That keeps us from the chill.