Well we realized so long, long ago   And I bet you   That we've seen it all   The lies wont get you   I've got fourteen miles to go   I've got rhythm, common sense   I've got the soul   But I won't wanna come around our love   So why?   If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall   I'm gonna a find you   And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today   So we fight to get   we fight to get our weary arms to bed   Real love's somthing that I still hope   People make there own places to go   And now in '94 were gonna lie some more   In 1994 were going to die some more   It it ever going to be the last show?   It's going to be the last drive   Boss to proud to make the cars that we drive   The women don't mind, I've got ample time   And it's all underneath my voodoo      That's work that we do   A work that we do is work that we do