Meat Loaf — Hell in a Handbasket

Australian edition — 2011

1 All of Me 5:17 Dave Berg
2 Fall from Grace 3:46 Greg Becker / Bobby Huff / Bleu McAuley
3 The Giving Tree 4:54 Evan Watson
4 Mad Mad World / The Good God is a Woman and She Don’t Like Ugly 4:06 Tom Cochrane // Carlton Ridenhour / Paul Crook
5 Party of One 4:00 Franky Perez / Dave Kushner
6 Live or Die 4:27 Greg Becker / Tommy Henriksen / John Paul White
7 California Dreamin’ 4:06 Michelle Gilliam / John Phillips
8 Another Day 5:03 Sean McConnell / Wade Bowen
9 40 Days 5:23 Bill Luther / Justin Weaver
10 Our Love and Our Souls 4:01 Sean McConnell
11 Stand in the Storm 4:38 Barry Dean / Troy Verges / J. Smith
12 Blue Sky 2:58 Sean McConnell

It is the same blue sky that fades to the same dark night,
that shows off the same moonlight, that’s chased by the same sunrise
over this piece of ground that spins and it weighs us down,
don’t we all wonder why, under the same blue sky…

—Sean McConnell

European and US edition — 2012

1 All of Me 5:15 Dave Berg
2 The Giving Tree 4:53 Evan Watson
3 Live or Die 4:26 Greg Becker / Tommy Henriksen / John Paul White
4 Blue Sky / Mad Mad World / The Good God is a Woman and She Don’t Like Ugly 4:58 Sean McConnell | Tom Cochrane
Carlton Ridenhour / Paul Crook
5 California Dreamin’ 3:57 Michelle Gilliam / John Phillips
6 Party of One 3:57 Franky Perez / Dave Kushner
7 Another Day 5:03 Sean McConnell / Wade Bowen
8 40 Days 5:20 Bill Luther / Justin Weaver
9 Our Love and Our Souls 3:57 Sean McConnell
10 Stand in the Storm 4:36 Barry Dean / Troy Verges / J. Smith
11 Blue Sky 2:56 Sean McConnell
12 Fall from Grace 3:47 Greg Becker / Bobby Huff / Bleu McAuley

Have you a song to sing, have you an offering,
have you a soul that shines and joins with the growing light,
have you a prayer you pray at then end of day,
don’t we all testify under the same blue sky…

—Sean McConnell

The Neverland Express
Justin Avery: Piano, Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Backing Vocals
Paul Crook: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Loop Programming
Randy Flowers: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocals
David Luther: Saxophone, Backing Vocals
John Miceli: Drums, Percussion
Danny Miranda: Electric and Upright Bass
Patti Russo: Lead and Backing Vocals

Produced and Engineered by by Paul Crook
Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Mix LA
Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, New York, NY
Assistant Engineers for Chris Lord-Alge: Keith Armstrong, Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineering for Chris Lord-Alge: Brad Townsend, Andrew Schubert
Additional Production and Drum Programming on “Stand in the Storm” by Jonathan “Lil Jon” Smith for BME Enterprises

Additional Musicians
Jamie Mulhoberac: Keyboard, Synthesizer (“All of Me”, “Another Day”, “Our Love and Our Souls”)
Chuck D: Voice ("The Good God…”)
Jerry Flowers: Backing Vocals (“Mad Mad World”)
Ginny Luke: Violin (“Party of One”)
Caitlin Evanson: Fiddle (“Live or Die”)
Glen Duncan: Mandolin (“40 Days”)
Lil Jon: Voice (“Stand in the Storm”)
John Rich: Vocals (“Stand in the Storm” - Australian edition)
Trace Adkins: Vocals (“Stand in the Storm” - European and US editions)
Mark McGrath: Vocals (“Stand in the Storm”)
Bruce Bowden: Pedal Steel (“Stand in the Storm”)

Additional Engineering
Doug McKean: “The Giving Tree”, “Mad Mad World/The Good God…” (assisted by Russ Waugh) — Lightning Sound Studios, Hidden Hills, CA
John Micelli: All tracks (assisted by Joe Libretti) — Sound Check Studio, New York, NY
Nathaniel Alford: “Stand in the Storm” — The Village Recorder, Santa Monica, CA
Justin Avery: “The Giving Tree”, “Party of One”, “40 Days”
Ethan Carlson: “All of Me”, “Fall From Grace”, “Party of One”, “Another Day”, “Our Love & Our Souls” — Stagg Street Studio, Los Angeles, CA
Sean Giovanni: “Stand in the Storm” — The Record Shop, Nashville, TN
Randy Flowers: “Live or Die"
Dan Chase: “Fall From Grace”, “California Dreamin’”, “40 Days”, “Our Love & Our Souls”, “Blue Sky"

Meat Loaf’s vocals recorded at NPK Studios, Northridge, CA

Chuck D appears courtesy of Public Enemy and SLAMjamz recordings
Trace Adkins appears courtesy of Showdog/Universal
Lil Jon appears courtesy of BME Enterprises

Photography & Art Direction: P.R. Brown
Management: Ken Levitan & Tom Consolo
Business Management: Gary Haber & Tery Doty for Haber Corporation
Legal Representation: Jess Rosen
U.S. Booking Agent: Peter Pappalardo and Denis Arta for Artist Group International
International Booking Agent: Peter Nash for Sound and Vision Agency LLC
Merchandising: Live Nation Merchandise
Creative Assistant: Deborah Gillespie
Personal Assistant: Kelly Wold
Production Assistant: Kristie Rocca-Crook
Houston Lunar Eclips Control: Eve Miceli
Jewelry by Roman Paul, www.romanpaul.com, Malibu, CA
Stand in the Storm Artwork by Jenna Gray

With special thanks to The Kaplan Family (Michelle, Keith, and Kate), Michael Greene, Tammy Rosen, Nancy Sanders, Joe Libretti, and Rick Brantley.

Thanks to Fender, Radial, Katzen Guitars, Pro Tools, Fishman, Warmoth, TKL, FU Upgrades, Floyd Rose, Digidesign, Sonor, Hohner, Zildjian, Vic Firth, Gibraltar Hardware, Evans Drumheads, SKB Cases, Earthworks, Engl Amps, DR Strings, and GFS for their help and assistance in the making of this album.

Official Meat Loaf website: www.meatloaf.net
Facebook: www.facebook.com/meatloaf
Twitter: www.twitter.com/realmeatloaf

Failure is not an option…

Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Legacy / Sony 88697946812 CD 2011 AUS Signed copy
2 Legacy / Sony 88691928872 CD 2012 EU

All of Me

I caught a glimpse of myself today
Wasn’t a pretty picture, I must say
Well, I threw a dagger of poison words straight for my heart
Was it deserved?
Well, it’s too late to make up some excuse and say it wasn’t me
Well, what’s the use?
Oh, you’ve seen too much
Ooh, let me introduce you to

This is my anger
This is my shame
These are my insecurities, that I can’t explain
This is my fortress, crumbling ‘round my feet
Take a good look, baby: this is all of me

They found that nerve deep in my soul
Poised and ready to explode
And no one else on earth but you could get close enough
To light that fuse
And you crawled up underneath my skin
Crept now through my veins and through my head
Ooh, you got so deep
You might as well get to know the rest of me

This is my anger
This is my shame
These are my insecurities, that I can’t explain
This is my fortress, crumbling ‘round my feet
Take a good look, baby: this is all of me

We all live under the same roof
We go by the same name…

It saddens me to think that I cannot turn back the hands of time

This is my anger
This is my shame
These are my insecurities, that I can’t explain
This is my fortress, crumbling ‘round my feet
Take a good look, baby—

This is my anger
These are my doubts
These are my emotions, all strung out
This is my fortress, crumbling ‘round my feet
Take a good look baby: this is all—this is all of me

This is all of me
Oh, this is all of me
This is all of me
This is all of me....

Written by Dave Berg
© 2011 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)

Fall From Grace

I… I fall for everything
Under the sun, over the moon
Coming undone, broken in two

You… you fall for anything
Living the lie like all the rest
Walking the line out on the edge

Every saint is a sinner someday
No one is safe

You can fall from grace in so many ways
One step forward, two back
You can’t run away from that empty space
You will find your place
When you lose your way
We all will fall from grace

I… feel like I never land
Out of the grey, into the black
Wasting away, starting to crack

Life… life is just history
Learning to die, reaching for stars
Coming to life, wearing the scars

Every saint is a sinner someday
No one is safe

You can fall from grace in so many ways
One step forward, two back
You can’t run away from that empty space
You will find your place
When you lose your way
We all will fall from grace

And it’s a sweet salvation
When you know you’ve reached the bottom
And you can finally pick yourself back up

Fall from grace, in so many ways
One step forward, two back
You can’t run away from that empty space
You will find your place
When you lose your way
We all will fall
We all will fall
We all will fall… from grace....

Written by Greg Becker / Bobby Huff / Bleu McAuley
Sony / Yogaboy Music (ASCAP)

The Giving Tree

I was temporarily blind by a neon dollar sign
It pacified my mind and whispered things are fine
Said, Boy, if you wanna heal just sign this paper deal
You’ll never have to beg, no, you’ll never have to steal

But when that giving tree stops giving
I’ve gotta get back to living, living like I did before
With a mattress on the floor and no food in my kitchen
I gotta get back to living like I did before
Living like I did before

Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get (whatever you can get)

Down in the city streets grows a giving tree
Out of solid stone, mortared by my bone
And watered by my tears, strengthened by my fears
It’s gonna grow strong, it’s gonna live long—gonna haunt me for years

But when that giving tree stops giving
I’ve gotta get back to living, living like I did before
With a mattress on the floor and no food in my kitchen
I gotta get back to living like I did before
Living like I did before

Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get (whatever you can get)

It’s beautiful fruit seems ripe at ground level
It’s dangerous roots lead straight down to the devil
Lead straight down to the devil
Lead straight down to the devil
Lead straight down to the devil

When that giving tree stops giving
I’ve gotta get back to living, living like I did before
With a mattress on the floor and no food in my kitchen
I gotta get back to living like I did before

Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get

Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get

(one pound of gold, ten pounds of flesh)
(sell this old soul, ‘ever you can get)
Like I did before

(one pound of gold, ten pounds of flesh)
(sell this old soul, ‘ever you can get)
Like I did before

(one pound of gold, ten pounds of flesh)
(gonna sell this old soul for whatever you can get)

(one pound of gold, ten pounds of flesh)
(gonna sell this old soul for whatever you can get)
Like I did before....

Written by Evan Watson
Evan Watson Unpublished (BMI) / Neverland Music Publishing (BMI)

Blue Sky / Mad Mad World / The Good God Is a Woman and She Don’t Like Ugly
featuring Chuck D

Blue Sky (European and US edition only)

It is the same blue sky
That fades to the same dark night
That shows off the same moonlight
That’s chased by the same sunrise
Over this piece of ground
That spins and it weighs us down
Don’t we all wonder why
Under the same blue sky

Written by Sean McConnell
Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Little Beluga Music (BMI)
All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)

Mad Mad World

I was standing with my paper there, minding my own news
For everything that someone said someone else had a different view
I watched the whole thing there unfold upon my TV screen
A new world order is on its way, well, just pass the popcorn please

You don’t mean to tell me no one else is gonna get hurt
When there’s folks at home who eat dog food and they can’t afford a shirt

Sure find out real fast just who’s a sitting duck
When it’s a…

(mad, mad world)—shake your hands and say good luck
(mad, mad world)—I cannot believe this stuff
(mad, mad world)—getting madder every day
(mad, mad world)—get involved and they’ll blow you away

Sure find out real fast when you’re a sitting duck
Well, it’s a mad, mad world

A little man sits up way high, way up above the crowd
Can you make them dance real fast, can you make them cheer out loud?
Money doesn’t talk and yet it sounds like a big machine
A voice on high says you reap what you sow, just keep your own nose clean

(mad, mad world)—shake your hands and say good luck
(mad, mad world)—I cannot believe this stuff
(mad, mad world)—getting madder every day
(mad, mad world)—get involved and they’ll blow you away

Sure find out real fast just when you’ve had enough
Well, it’s a mad, mad world
(mad mad world) …

Written by Tom Cochrane
Universal PolyGram Int. Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) 100% o/b/o Thomas Cochrane

The Good God is a Woman and She Don’t Like Ugly
featuring Chuck D

Chuck D.: She’ll knock you right off this planet
To those opposed and take it for granted
Who knows it grows from those that planned it
Who ran for office and they can’t stand it?
Who robbed and stole and took full advantage
And hide the shock with all them antics?
Whose souls exposed cause I dig granite
We rock and roll, they don’t understand it
And damn the wack cuz they don’t want it
Your gold and diamonds so what you bought it
You don’t know what I know, you just sport it
Bodyguards scared but you still flaunt it
People died in them mines and they just caught it
Sly slick the wicked, do you support it?
Kicking ask me the questions, y’all know I taught it
Want war? Shut up! Cuz you ain’t fought it…!

C’mon!
Terrible
Power to the people put your hands in the air

Terrible
C’mon
[Paris, crisp]
C’mon!

Written by Carlton Ridenhour / Paul Crook
Bring the Noize Music, Inc. (BMI), administered by Reach Global, Inc. / Neverland Music Publishing (BMI)

Mad Mad World

(mad, mad world)—shake your hands and say good luck
(mad, mad world)—I cannot believe this stuff
(mad, mad world)—getting madder every day
(mad, mad world)—get involved and they’ll blow you away

Sure find out real fast when you’re a sitting duck
That it’s a mad, mad world
Well, it’s a mad, mad worl
Well, it’s a mad, mad world
Mad, mad world....

Written by Thomas Cochrane
Universal PolyGram Int. Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) 100% o/b/o Thomas Cochrane

Party of One

Waiter said this table’s set for three
Well, that’s too bad cuz no one’s joining me
Maybe I prefer to dine alone
What you don’t understand about a party of one?

I used to keep a lot of people around
Who had their hands over my eyes, ears and mouth
Just like the money and the buzz they were gone in the morning
Now I’m a party of one

Want to get away on a holiday
So I packed my bags and I flew away
I’m in the air and I’m so turned on
Honey, can’t you see I’m a party of one?

I used to keep a lot of people around
Who had their hands over my eyes, ears and mouth
Just like the money and the buzz they were gone in the morning
These days I wake up and there’s no one in sight
Sometimes it gets so lonely I don’t mind
I live alone but at least my roommate knows me
I’m a party of one

Don’t get to comfortable cuz you gotta go
You have some nerve showing up here, oh!
(na na na na na na na na)
Oh, talk to the hand
(na na na na na na na na)
Talk to me on my level
(na na na na na na na na)

I used to keep a lot of people around
Who had their hands over my eyes, ears and mouth
Just like the money and the buzz they were gone in the morning
These days I wake up and there’s no one in sight
Sometimes it gets so lonely I don’t mind
I live alone but at least my roommate knows me
Now I’m a party of one

I’m a party…

Help me, no!

I’m a party of one
Help me out of this box
Get me out of here
I’m a party of one....

Written by Franky Perez / Dave Kushner
Carne Con Papas Music (ASCAP) / Miniman Music (ASCAP)

Live or Die

Daddy told me that his daddy said his daddy said, Son,
Don’t be going down with any bullets left in your gun

He looked me in the eye, said, Boy, make up your mind

Live or die—grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Live or die—give it up or give it everything inside
Fall of fly—won’t do a bit of good of asking why
There’s only two choices in life—live or die

I just wanna go out going hundred miles a minute, oh
Take every second of this life and spend all I can in it
No, I ain’t got time to sit and bitch and whine

Live or die—grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Live or die—give it up or give it everything inside
Fall of fly—won’t do a bit of good of asking why
There’s only two choices in life—live or die....

Daddy told me that his daddy said his daddy said, Son,
Don’t be going down with any bullets left in your gun

He said, now

Live or die—grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Live or die—give it up or give it everything inside
Fall of fly—won’t do a bit of good of asking why
There’s only two choices in life—live or die

(die)—never let a minute be a wasted time
Live or die—use it or lose it, make up your mind
Fall or fly—get on board or get left behind
There’s only two choices in life—live or die

Oh now, live or die
(die)
(die) Oh now, live or die
(die) Now, live or die
(die) There’s only two choices in life
(die)

There’s only two choices in life....

Written by Greg Becker / Tommy Henriksen / John Paul White
Beckersongs/ASCAP

California Dreamin’
featuring Patti Russo

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray
I went for a walk on a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

Stopped in to a church I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I began to pray (I began to pray)
You know the preacher likes the cold (preacher likes the cold)
He knows that I’m gonna stay (knows I’m gonna stay)
Oh now, California dreamin’
(California dreamin) On such a winter’s day, oh yeah....

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I went for a walk (I went for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
If I didn’t tell her, I could leave today
Oh now, California dreamin’ (I thought you went away)
Oh now, California dreamin’ (on such a winter’s)
Oh now, California dreamin’
(California dreamin) on such a winter’s day....

(dreamin’)
Oh now, California dreamin’
(such a winter’s day)
Oh now, California dreamin’
(Cali-for-ni-a, thought the sky was grey)
California dreamin’
(such a winter’s day)
Oh, California dreamin’
(California dreamin)
(dreamin’)
And the sky is gray
And the skies are gray....

Written by Michelle Gilliam / John Philips
Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)
100% o/b/o Michelle Gilliam and John Philips

Another Day

She’ll be the first to say she was blind
To how much life can hurt sometimes
She learned the hard way that life ain’t fair
It’s times like these you gasp for air

She looks at pictures in the magazines
It’s all smiles and lipstick, and beauty queens
That simple life makes her cry because
She remembers when hers was

And one more tear falls in the river
She watches it wash away
And one more prayer flies up to heaven
Just begging for a change
And one more song no one else is singing
She’s got to sing it anyway—alone
Another sun becomes a moon
She makes it through another day
She makes it through another day

For me I think the hardest part
Is just watching while she falls apart
I try but we both know it’s true
There ain’t a damn thing I can do

And one more tear falls in the river
She watches it wash away
And one more prayer flies up to heaven
Just begging for a change
And one more song no one else is singing
She’s got to sing it anyway—alone
Another sun becomes a moon
She makes it through another day
She makes it through another day

Every now and then I hear her laugh
It makes me think she might be coming back
Tell her we miss her
She’s gone, gone
She’s gone again

And one more tear falls in the river
She watches it wash away
And one more prayer flies up to heaven
Just begging for a change
And one more song no one else is singing
She’s got to sing it anyway—alone
Another sun becomes a moon
She makes it through another day
She makes it through another day
She makes it through another day....

Written by Sean McConnell / Wade Bowen
© 2011 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)

40 Days

Some say it’s wrong, some say it’s right
Some say it’s politicians playing both sides
Some say it’s greed, some say it’s change
Some say it’s all just the price we’ll have to pay

And I feel a storm coming in
And I see the earth bending in the wind

It’s gonna rain, yeah
Wash it all away, yeah
And it ain’t gonna stop
No, it ain’t gonna stop
For forty days

Some say it’s fate, some say it’s chance
Some say it’s the blood of our fathers on our hands
Some say it’s a lie, some say it’s the truth
Some say it’s all coming down on me and you

And I see a fire in the sky
And I hear the thunder out on the edge of night

It’s gonna rain, yeah
Wash it all away, yeah
And it ain’t gonna stop
No, it ain’t gonna stop
For forty days

Some say the stars will fall down from heaven
Some say the angels will cry and ask us why

It’s gonna rain—
Yeah
It’s gonna rain
Oh, it’s gonna rain
It’s gonna rain, rain, rain, rain, yeah
Wash it all away
(it’s gonna rain) for forty days
(it’s gonna rain) for forty days
(it’s gonna rain) for forty days
(it’s gonna rain) for forty days
(it’s gonna rain)
(it’s gonna rain)
(it’s gonna rain)
(it’s gonna rain) … (etc.)

Written by Bill Luther / Justin Weaver
Universal Music - Careers / Evansville Music (BMI)
100% o/b/o William Luther and Justin Weaver

Our Love & Our Souls
featuring Patti Russo

Boy: Damn car broke down again, the heat just did the same
I can feel that cold winter wind creeping in again
Sometimes it all comes down at once
Sometimes when it rains, it pours
But I wouldn’t trade my troubles for any one of yours, oh no, no

Girl: Oh baby, money’s just money, it comes and it goes
Things are just things, baby, so breakable
Ain’t nothing last forever ‘cept our love and our souls

Boy: ‘Cause I ain’t that hungry and I have a home
I ain’t fighting for my life and I’m not alone, ooh
So may I pray every morning
As I make up the bed
Lord, all I need today is my daily bread

Girl: Ooh darlin’ don’t you worry
‘Cause money’s just money, it comes and it goes
And things are just things, baby, so breakable
Ain’t nothing last forever ‘cept our love and our souls

Aaaah
Aaaah

Both: Money’s just money, it comes and it goes
Things are just things, baby, so breakable
Ain’t nothing last forever ‘cept our love and our souls
Girl:Our souls....

Written by Sean McConnell
© 2011 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)

Stand in the Storm
featuring John Rich/Trace Adkins, Lil Jon and Mark McGrath

Meat Loaf with Mark McGrath: This town splits right down the middle
There’s rich and poor, black and white
Right down thru the saints and the sinners
And the ones who might

This world is tough as a splinter
There’s ones that flinch and ones that fight
Round here you can sure tell the difference
’tween the rocks and the rolling types

I know I’m gonna stick with ya
When the hard times hit

Chorus: Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
In the lightning, when it pours
Be strong enough to lean on
Show you what a backbone’s for

Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
Somebody’s gotta stand…

John Rich/Trace Adkins with Mark McGrath: Well, nobody likes a white flag quitter
Leaves you there, tucks and runs
Life’s comin’ and it hits like a hammer
Kicks like a shotgun

I ain’t out here looking for trouble
I’m no stranger to an uphill fight
You need a hand when it all starts slipping?
You can bet I’m-a hold on tight

Well, you know I’m gonna stick with ya
When the hard times hit

Chorus: Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
In the lightning, when it pours
Be strong enough to lean on
Show you what a backbone’s for

Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm

Lil Jon: What?
What?
Okay
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

So tough, I keep it rough
Won’t back down, I laugh at these clowns
Me and my crew, we keep it Trump-tight
Live yours boy—this is my life
I stick my chest out so there’s no doubt
I had enough, no trust, win I must
As I stomp through the rain
The pain rushes through my vein
But I still maintain
Nahhh!
Checked out, I’m off duty
Insane like Busey
Now who wants test weee…?
Now see I’m the best at it
You just like the rest at it
I’m sick like a meth addict
But ain’t no intervention
Just your apprehension
And then your dissension
Shots to your dome
Send you home
Screaming no backbone

‘Cause I will show you what a backbone’s for, baby
Let’s go!

Chorus (with Lil Jon ad-libs): Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
In the lightning, when it pours
Be strong enough to lean on
Show you what a backbone’s for

Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
In the lightning, when it pours
Be strong enough to lean on
Show you what a backbone’s for

Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
Lil Jon: Somebody
Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm

Lil Jon: Show you what a backbone—
Show you what a backbone—
Show you what a backbone’s for....

Meat Loaf (Lil Jon ad-libs): Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm
Somebody gotta
Somebody gotta, yeah

Somebody’s gotta stand in the storm....

Written by Barry Dean / Troy Verges / J. Smith
Copyright © 2011 Universal Music - Careers / Barrytones / Songs of Universal, Inc. / Songs From the Engine Room (BMI)
All rights for Barrytones controlled and administered by Universal Music - Careers.
All rights for Songs From the Engine Room controlled and administered by Songs of Universal, Inc.
Lil Jizzel Music Publishing; adm. by Songs of Universal (BMI)

BLUE SKY

Have you a heart that beats?
Have you a breath to breathe?
And have you veins that bleed?
Have you a brain that dreams?
Is it so hard to see
That we’re all the same machine?
Don’t we all live and die
Under the same blue sky....

Written by Sean McConnell
© 2011 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Little Beluga Music (BMI)
All rights admin. Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)

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