Monroes Bumpy Ride
Fire from the cradle of your mother’s room
And left to wonder into the night
You find yourself bitter
And all alone
And probably to helpless to fight
Left to rot in your holding spot
With no fire in your eyes
Wondering will it be alright
Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you pray for your heart to stop
You know that you’re alive
Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you pray for your heart to stop
You know that you’re alive
Fire from the comfort of your father’s home
And left to wonder into the night
You find yourself beating and walked upon
And nothing ever seems to go right
All dressed up in a worn out tux
With no fire in your eyes
Wondering will it be alright
Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you pray for your heart to stop
You know that you’re alive
Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you pray for your heart to stop
You know that you’re alive
