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You've got your ball,
You've got your chain.
Tied to me tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into your heart, I'll beat again.
Sweet like candy to my soul,
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll.
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you.

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing.
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper.

That's the magic of this band: shooting from the hip. The lights have to follow our cues, because we're not going to follow their cues. We're not going to stick to a song the way it's supposed to be. Everything is up to us. That's music to me. That's American music. We're an American band.