I'm gonna fight 'em allA seven nation army couldn't hold me backThey're gonna rip it offTaking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at nightBecause I can't forgetBack and forth through my mindBehind a cigarette And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone Don't wanna hear about itEvery single one's got a story to tellEveryone knows about itFrom the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell And if I catch you coming back my wayI'm gonna sell it to youAnd that ain't what you want to hearBut that's what I'll do And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home I'm going to WichitaFar from this opera forevermoreI'm gonna work the strawMake the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding and I'm bleedingAnd I'm bleeding right before the LordAll the words are gonna bleed from meAnd I will think no more And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home

Oh, don't you think that I'm bound to react now?Well, My fingers definitely turning to black nowyeeahMaybe I'll put my love on iceAnd teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeaah My books are sitting at the top of the stack now Well, The longer words are really breaking my back now yeaahMaybe I'll learn to understand, Drawing a square with a pencil in hand, yeah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh, ahhh Mathematically turning the pageUnequivocally showing my ageI'm practically center stageUndeniably earning your wageWell, maybe I'll put my love on iceTeach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah Listen master can you answer a question?Is it the fingers, or the brain that you're teaching the lesson?Oh, I can't tell you how proud I amWriting down things I don't understandWell, maybe I'll put my love on iceAnd teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah yeeeah, yeeeah, yeeeah

There's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no home for you hereThere's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no home for you here I'd like to think that all of this constant interactionIs just the kind to make you drive yourself away?Each simple gesture done by me is counteractedAnd leaves me standing here with nothing else to say Completely baffled by a backward indicationThat an inspired word will come across your tongueHands moving upward to propel the situationHave simply halted and now the conversation's done There's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no room for you hereThere's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no room for you here I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell youThat it's impossible to get along with youIt's hard to look you in the face when we are talkingSo it helps to have a mirror in the room I've not been really looking forward to the performanceBut there's my cue and there's a question on your faceFortunately I have come across an answerWhich is go away and do not leave a trace AHHHHHHHH! There's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no home for you here x2 Waking up for breakfastBurning matchesTalking quicklyBreaking baublesThrowing garbageDrinking sodaLooking happyTaking picturesSo completely stupidJust go awayAHHHH.......There's no home for you here girl, go awayThere's no home for you here'X4

I just don't know what to do with myselfI don't know what to do with myselfPlanning everything for twoDoing everything with youAnd now that we're throughI just don't know what to do I just don't know what to do with myselfI don't know what to do with myselfMovies only make me sadParties make me feel as badCause I'm not with youI just don't know what to do Like a summer roseNeeds the sun and rainI need your sweet love to feel all the way Well I don't know what to do with myself Just don't know what to do with myselfPlanning everything for twoDoing everything with youAnd now that we're throughI just don't know what to do.. Like a summer roseNeeds the sun and rainI need your sweet love to feel all the way I just don't know what to do with myself Just don't know what to do with myselfJust don't know what to do with myselfI don't know what to do with myself

I saw you standing in the cornerOn the edge of a burning lightI saw you standing in the cornerCome to me again, in the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold night You make me feel a little olderLike a full grown woman mightBut when you're gone I grow colderCome to me again in the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold night I hear you walking by my front doorI hear the creaking of the kitchen floorI don't care what other people sayI'm going to love you, anywayCome to me again in the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold night I can't stand it any longerI need the fuel to make my fire brightSo don't fight it any longerCome to me again, in the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold night And I know that you feel it tooWhen my skin turns into glueYou will know that it's warm insideAnd you'll come run to meIn the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold nightIn the cold, cold night

I want to be the boy to warm your mother's heartI'm so scared to take you awayI tried to win her over right from the startBut something always got in the wayWe've been sitting in your backyard for hoursBut she won't even come out and say hiWhile my mother baked a little cake for youAnd even dreaded when you said goodbye What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?What kind of joke should I lay on her now?I'm inclined to go finish high schoolJust to make her notice that I'm around Well, nothing I came up with seems to workIt feels like everything I say is a lieAnd never have I felt like such a jerkI'm afraid to even open my eyesBecause I really don't want her to judge meI want her to really know who I amAnd then, and only then will she love meWell, at least that was the plan If ever a boy needed a holidayIf ever a girl needed someone to holdI just hope I don't act the same wayBy the time I get that old What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?What kind of joke should I lay on her now?I'm inclined to go finish high schoolJust to make her notice that I'm around I never said I was the heir to a fortuneI never claimed to have any looksBut these kind of things must be importantBecause somebody ripped out my page in your telephone book...I want to warm her heart

You've got her in your pocketAnd there's no way out nowPut it in the safe and lock it'cause it's at home sweet home Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong wayTo trick a woman, make her feel she did it her wayAnd you'll be there if she ever feels blueAnd you'll be there when she finds someone newWhat to do, well you know You keep her in your pocketWhere there's no way out nowPut it in a safe and lock it'cause it's home sweet home The smile on your face made her think she had the right oneThen she thought she was sure by the way you two could have funBut now she might leave like she's threatened beforeGrab hold of her fast before her feet leave the floorAnd she's out the door, 'cause you want To keep you in my pocketWhere there's no way out nowPut it in a safe and lock it'cause it's home sweet home And in your own mind you know you're lucky just to know herAnd in the beginning all you wanted was to show herBut now you're scared, you think she's running awayYou search in your hand for something clever to sayDon't go away, 'cause I want To keep her in your pocketWhere there's no way outPut it in a safe and lock it'cause it's home sweet homehome sweet home

It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl,But it's a fact that I'm the seventh sonIt's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl,But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son And right now you could care less about meBut soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar,And take our sweet little time about itLet's have a ball, girl,And take our sweet little time about itTell everybody in the place to just get outWe'll get clean togetherAnd I'll find me a soapbox where I can shout it Read it in the newspaperAsk your girlfriends and see if they knowRead it in the newspaperAsk your girlfriends and see if they know That my strength is ten-fold, girl,I'll let you see it if you want to before you go Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar,And take our sweet little time about itLet's have a ballAnd take our sweet little time about itTell everybody in the place to just get outWe'll get clean togetherAnd I'll find me a soapbox where I can shout it(And I can think of one or two things to say about it)(Listen) D'you get the point now? It's quite possible that I'm your third manBut it's a fact that I'm the seventh sonIt was the other two which made me your thirdBut it was my mother who made me the seventh sonAnd right now you could care less about meBut soon enough you will care by the time I'm done Stick around, you'll figure it out

We started living in an old houseMy ma gave birth and we were checking it outIt was a baby boySo we bought him a toyIt was a ray gunAnd it was 1981We named him "Baby"He had toothacheHe started cryingIt sounded like an earthquakeIt didn't last longBecause I stopped itI grabbed a rag dollAnd stuck some little pins in itNow we're a familyAnd we're all right nowWe got money and a little place to fight nowWe don't know youAnd we don't owe youBut if you see us aroundI got something else to show you Now it's easy when you don't know betterYou think it's sleazyThen put it in a short letterWe keep warmBut there's just something wrong when youJust feel like you're the hardest little button to button I had opinionsThat didn't matterI had a brainThat felt like pancake batterI got a backyardWith nothing in itExcept a stickA dogAnd a box with something in it The hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to button, ah ohThe hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to button, ah ohThe hardest button to button The hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to buttonThe hardest button to button, ah oh

(When problems overwhelm us and sadness smothers us, where do we find the will and the courage to continue? Well, the answer may come in the caring voice of a friend, a chance encounter with a book, or from a personal faith. For Janet, help came from her faith, but it also came from a squirrel. Shortly after her divorce, Janet lost her father, then she lost her job. She had mounting money problems. But Janet not only survived, she worked her way out of despondency and now she says life is good again. How could this happen? She told me that late, one autumn day when she was at her lowest, she watched a squirrel storing up nuts for the winter. One at a time he would take them to the nest, and she thought, "If that squirrel can take care of himself with the harsh winter coming on, so can I." Once I broke my problems into small pieces, I was able to carry them—just like those acorns—one at a time.) Take all your problems And rip 'em apartCarry them offIn a shopping cartAnd another thingYou should have known from the startThe problems in handAre lighter than at heart Be like the squirrel, girlBe like the squirrelGive it a whirl, girlBe like the squirrel And another thing You have to know in this world Cut up your hairStraighten your curlsWell, your problems Hide in your curls