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Bottle Rockets/The Brooklyn Side (The Bottle Rockets) · Bottle, Bottle (Jim Ed Brown) · Bottle of Wine/Come On, React! (The Fireballs) · Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation (Murs) · Love and Rockets [Expanded] (Love and Rockets) · Road Rockets (Rita Chiarelli) · Something for Rockets (Something for Rockets) · Love and Rockets [Compilation] (Love and Rockets) · Rockets (Daniel Lanois) · Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation (Murs) – and 90 other albums »


loving arms that's where I wanna be
I'm not holdin' the bottle the bottle's holdin' me
[ fiddle ]
My friends come around me but they can't stop the rain
from home,
Ride on a rocket
Burn down the boulevard, burning it up.

I wanna run away from home,
I don’t wanna think about it,
Run baby, run, I don’t
Hey girl, hey where ya goin'
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be
heading home so early now
You say you gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot
Hey girl, hey where ya goin'?
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be heading home so early now
You say you gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot
Hey girl, hey where ya goin'
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be
Heading home so early now
You say you gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot
'll sober up and come back home to you

I stood by and let the bottle come between us
And I let it through me time and time again
Before I thought
I saw my love by the restaurant
Diggin for home fries in a garbage can

Ice cream & cake
Sweetness & light
A bottle of wine
That would be nice ?
'll sober up and come back home to you

I stood by and let the bottle come between us
And I let it through me time and time again
Before I thought
sounds and The Lord comes back
I promise you one thing, I'll be a human bottle rocket
And I'll go out with a bang

I'll leave this, Holy Ghost, Big Bang
'm a celebrating life to the max with a suicide girl

I wanna go crazy! crazy in the us of a
I wanna go crazy! crazy in the USSR
I wanna go crazy! Moscow here I come
the rocket-propelled machine
We'll come home by the way of a drive-in spa
Just a little this side of Shangri-La
And there I'll stay with Bernadine (there I'll stay
into my home
You're like a bottle sent with a message
But you're sinkin' like a stone
If I had your name
I'd be changin' it by now

If I was
-propelled machine
We'll come home by the way of a drive-in spa
Just a little this side of Shangri-La
And there I'll stay with Bernadine (there I'll stay with
want 
Ya wanna rocket 
I take a picture, paint it black and white 
And the neon burnin' like a new tattoo 
Ready or not, here we come, uh, huh 
Hang
poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots
Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker

I'm just a country boy singin' my
So break out the bottle bring on the crowd
Just gather round me cause misery loves a company
I've just left my home friends where I couldn't sleep
done done, mean no more say, that's that!"
Never find me in the club laid back
I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun

So, so hot in
attack
What's been done done, mean no more say, that's that
Never find me in the club laid back
I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes licking they fingers
Bring this competition and face this meaning
Got your whole crew doing
So break out the bottle bring on the crowd
Just gather round me cause misery loves a company
I've just left my home friends where I couldn't sleep
enough

There's no place like planet home
I wanna go now
If only we can make it right, planet home
I wanna go now
This blue sphere of talented dreams
I rep NY, big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this
Well, you come home feeling for the knob on the door
You better pick up your feet, you're gonna fall on the floor
I keep on telling you, I'll tell