Just Fell In Written by Tommy Shaw, James Young Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw Listen on YouTube noitacidem rouy rof emit s'ti, seidal yakO. It was 8:15 When I pulled into the 7 Eleven I bought a 12 ounce coffee And I threw down a 357 I guess I was thinking I would never be found Next thing I knew I was spread-eagle Down on the ground I just fell into a manic depression And I really want to spend it with you I got pretty paper shoes And I'm weaving you a basket for Christmas Three hots and a cot And a cellmate who keeps calling me missus But I like to think I'm the king of the couch And I like my shrink 'Cause he always brings me smoke in a pouch I just fell into a manic depression And I really want to spend it with you We don't have any inhibitions We're not consumed by ambition We've got no mission control They say Dr. Freud might call me an anal retentive But my PO says I'm delinquent and I got no incentive Rehab is a thing of the past I step into the cab ...

Out On A Day Pass Written by James Young & Steven A. Jones Lead Vocals by James Young I can't believe the shape I'm in I'm livin' on adrenalin They check me out every now and then To see how I fit in Don't ask me 'bout my mental state I know you think I can't relate I can't adjust, I have this need Habits I've got to feed I'm out, on a day pass I feel like my mind is reaching critical mass You know I'm out, on a day pass I know it's too good to last I'm hoping it's gonna last I stand accused of makin' noise They claim my mind is null and void In my defense, you know Boys will be boys They took away my toys I have these fits I can't control It must be demons in my soul These ups and downs can take a toll Right now I'm on a roll I'm out, on a day pass.... Haircut & a pair of shoes I'll go downtown and spread the news I'm gonna rock 'til I blow a fuse I got no time to lose Don't talk to me ...