Yeah Hammer lands, the verdict stands The walls come crumblin' down The color code, rule of thumb Shadows on the sun Can you tell me, where it's really
Just too much information Electronic Stimulation All this media saturation Just gives me more aggravation Gather round your television Micro waving our
Kneel and disconnect And waste another year Fill the application Start a new career Kneel and disconnect And waste another year Fill the application
Give up Fuck the government Kill the home owners Get disconnected Disconnected Disconnected Disconnected All the prime time TV shows Say the middle
These things which I so often wonder This need to create myself Frustration forgotten through slumber It's there when I wake Defeated before I rise I'
I keep your picture beside my bed And I still remember everything you said I, I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong Always thought
Nos voitures dorment en bas comme des bebes Et la Soul Music traine sur la bande F.M. Il n'reste que du brouillard sur les chaines de tele Y'a quelque
Clap ya hands everybody, uh clap ya hands C'mon, keep it goin' Clap ya hands everybody, clap ya hands everybody Clap ya, let's do it, you ready? C'mon
Yeah, yeah Every little bit hurts Every little bit hurts Every night I cry Every night I sigh Every night I wonder why You treat me cold Yet you won'
Father, I stray my hands to thee Cryin' Lord, remember me
Remembering the days when our love began Thinkin' of a million ways to escape and be with you But reality wasn't just you and I It was long drawn out
Ayo mo bee Drop it on me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's do it like this, uh If I was your woman And you were my man You'd have no other woman You
Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my
Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound, ah, weed in a van back It in a your hand bag,
You don't know a thing about me Is there something that you should know? I can tell you what you want to hear Let your inhibitions just go, go No, you
Look at the dead outside my window Wonder what's on their mind Why do they run? They all seem to have a mission But then they cry themselves to sleep
Faces have trouble smiling When it's less than a merry affair When you communicate through the writing on the wall There's no love for you there You