Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger now he's dead Mama life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooooh I didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Oh carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late My time has come Send shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, oooh I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I never been born at all (Oh oh carry on nothing really matters) I didn't mean to make you cry If i'm not back again this time tomorrow (Carry on, carry on, as if nothin really matters) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I never been born at all (Carry on, nothing really matters) So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby Can't do this baby Just gotta get right out of here Oh, baby Can't do this baby Just gotta get right out of here Oh oh carry on nothing really matters I sometimes wish I never been born at all (Ooh carry on, nothing really matters) Nothing really matters Anyone can feel Nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows

They pulled in just behind the fridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American All the way from Washington Bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you been an un-American? You were no idol singing falsetto Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands in a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? It ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American Well, you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man you can say no more? Ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there just one song that will make you break down and cry? All night Young American, young American, you want the young American All right Young American, young American, you want the young American

I'm a tangled tiger and I want to rip it all to shreds So I can ask it why She's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with me for the ride In a Sunday diner, I'm reminded there's no finer place to kiss than one like this But babe, I can't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't see all sides of you White braids and pillow chair I don't know what I would do without your pillow She's a Bobby Darin singing to the fish and herring sacrifice Oh, that's her knife There's a Karmann Ghiah parked out back and we believe it is alive (oh) You can see the river runnin' through my devastated concrete eyes They don't deny But babe, I can't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't see all sides of you White braids and pillow chair I don't know what I would do California blue Sing to you, things to do California blue Sing to you Deep Ventura sky Rolling by, rolling why Deep Ventura sky Rolling by Santa Cruz in June Either blue, surf the moon Santa Cruz in June Surf the moon San Francisco Bay Safe to say, paved the way San Francisco Bay Paved the way

Hey there, how's it going yo... I need to understand the steps to take so that I'm not fucking up a major life change. I have been down this road before and with my brain squirrely I'm hearing about 20 things to do at once. I don't know what things on my hard drive to get for the sake of the "community" Do I need to log into League of Legends? I don't know who this woman is, it's also confusing because I'm in love with my wife dearly and she is 4300 miles away. I have tried like hell to decipher clues on no sleep during . What my perception tells me, is a 2009 attempt to "reach me" but it's so coded that cloudy brains don't process it well at all. But don't want to miss out! This is what I'm looking for. Please HELP ME