Bushie used to work on the ranch
Al Quida makes a strike
Hes down on his luck…its tough, so tough
Mikey works the lobby all day
Working for his men, he brings home his pork
For love – for love

He says weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love – well give it a shot

Chorus:
Whooah, were half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it – I swear
Livin on a prayer

Bushie got our asses in hock
Now hes extending tours – when he used
To make it talk – so tough, its tough
Mikey dreams of running away
When he cries in the night
Bushie whispers Mikey its okay, someday

Weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love – well give it a shot

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