Who´d have thought who´d have thought
You´d get the devil down go his knee
Holy smoke holy smoke
Only if you now believe
Hot times down to the ground
You´re causing a crowd
The trouble is pride
And you are pointing it wide
When it´s dark it´s dark
And you will lose your heart
Pick it up it up
And go back to the start
It won´t be fair
It just won´t cause there´s care
It´s not what you did
Just the things you hid from
You launched an attack with my hand on your back
There´s sweat on your chest she said, You´re too abstract
I couldn´t tell if it was subtract or plus for us
What is the fuss now i´m gonna get off the bus
You gotta leave me, you gotta leave
When it´s tough it´s tough
But who is strong enough
Don´t rush your sons
Go go go get your guns
Just hold on back
And give this thing some slack
Like I said, I´m gonna get off the bus