Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain't no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don't believe
Girl I don't believe in what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you, You must be blind,
What makes you think that you're so fine
That I would throw away the groovy life I lead
'Cause baby, what you've got yeah
It sure ain't what I need
Girl you better go
Girl you'd better go away
I think that life with you would be
Just not quite the thing for me
Why is it so hard to see my way?
Why should I be stuck with you
It's just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you
I ain't got no heart to give away!Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank,
some disagree because my rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter,
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme,
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me,
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope that one she'll see and she come in to my show
Please God, please I'll pay any cost,
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside,
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fade the Rock,
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success,
and suckers that step willll be put to rest, yes,
I hold the key to my own success,
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha,
the funky tie hooter,
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen m.c.,
never was in a posse never wanted to be
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid R