They're gonna tell you, honey all you got to be if you don't care how you fall you can blow off in the breeze out on the high wire, honey is where you got to be when you think you're standing tall they decide to cut your strings i found you i'll eat you alive buy you another gift, another crime wait until your hungry then you'll wanna play around hold that candle high leave this wasted land i won't fall behind turn to salt and sand loosen up that hold you got to get out can't you hear that sound evolution calls! out on the high road, honey where you scrapped your knee cause your heads up to the clouds and you can't get nothin' free all of the rules fly, honey ain't no referee and there's no one keeping score every wall is made of doors hold that candle high leave this wasted land i won't fall behind turn to salt and sand loosen up that hold you got to be brave rise up from that grave evolution calls!
I Shot the Sheriff (In the Style of Eric Clapton) [Karaoke Version]