Shake me down, not a lot of people left around Who knows now? Softly laying on the ground, ooh Not a lot people left around, ooh, ooh In my life, I have
sweet embrace You live in our hearts so we sing to your grace Happy birthday to you our Lord (Happy birthday to you our Lord Happy birthday to you our
long long way to the stable So everytime you tear open one of your presents Think about that baby and say Happy birthday Jesus I'll open this one for you
Looking up from your eyes Everything that you ever wanted You fight, but why? Folded up just like a piece of paper Take your sweet little time You can
realize But some things take a long, long Long, long time Long time Hold the phone, hit repeat Got me foaming at the knees Saw the flame, tasted sin You
hands You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot him, you shot him You shot
You're so cool, yeah, so cool Yeah, you're so cool, yeah, so cool, yeah (I wanna be just like you, I wanna be just like you) You're so cool, yeah, you
Alright, okay Alright, okay Alright, okay Uh, huh How many times you cross the line Run for days with eager eyes Screaming smile left alone These crazy things you
Rolling around like a big rubber ball Writing this song 'bout some things that I saw Trying to stand like a big, strong, tough man Finding out fast that
beast He's a sabertooth tiger Run away (Run away, you better go) Run away (Run away, you better go) Run away (Run away, you better go) Run away (Run away, you
Timber shakes these trails, they are derailed Phony, false and frail An empty ocean Lost our way with no direction home Golden needles, names we take
's talk about you I know your type, I know exactly what you want to do And if the money's right, you think I'll just agree? So sad to see you torn apart
head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair... Do you-ooooooh? You-ooooooh? Are you on the flip side? You
Looking out my window Wonder how it came to be Feel just like a temple Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase I can see it stretch for days Hanging
you have a happy birthday? Even though I wasn't there? Did you get the flowers I sent you? When you got them, did you care? Did you have a happy birthday
past century It was written by two school teachers In Olive Hill Kentucky Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, happy birthday Happy birthday to you
Happy Birthday you?re 18 the only thing that means is you?re old enough to strip Still to young to have a grip On the high cost of each dollar The impact
Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday to you.