We realized so long, long ago and I bet you

Seen it all, the lies won't get you, I've got 14 miles to go

I've got rhythm comin' since I've got the flow

But I won't wanna come around our love

So why, why, why, why, why?

If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall

And I'ma find you

And I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today

So why we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed

Real love's something that I still hope

People make their own places to go

And now in '94 we're gonna lie some more

In 1994 we're going to die some more

And it ever going to be the last show?

It's going to be the last drive

That boss to proud to make the cars that we drive

Don't worry, don't mind, I've got hours of time?

And it's all underneath your voodoo