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