| You've got to pay taxes boy | |
| Even though you thought you wouldn't have to pay | |
| I'm too much of a cynic, boy | |
| How hard is that, keeping the faith | |
| You're like a backstage boy | |
| Running around, disturbing the peace | |
| This is not texas, boy | |
| Get out of your box, it drives you insane | |
| High roller, don't let me down | |
| Dancing on a battlefield, keep me spinning round and round | |
| High roller, split myself into you | |
| Oh what a beautiful ride | |
| Call on your brothers, boy | |
| Don't wait until the end, you need somebody's help | |
| It's your existence, boy | |
| How hard is that, keeping the faith | |
| Break it down like that, what you wanna say? | |
| You need a place called home | |
| I guess your head is getting bigger | |
| You need a place called home | |
| What's next? | |
| You're close to the edge right now | |
| You need a place called home | |
| I guess your head is getting bigger | |
| You need a place called home | |
| Stand up! | |
| Oh what a beautiful ride |