We smoke dubs on hot streets Watch hoes creep Drop hits of acids in 3's Blow up bitch police As they drive down my street In their ugly ass caprice Walk
Flying o'er the sea My guitar and me Forty thousand feet What a brilliant feat Go west, don't go east A famine or a feast We're treated better there
Factories, trains, and houses Playground of my youth The place that left me mute I threw back my shoulders Factories, trains, and houses The place that
I sing the song of the colony How many years and you're still not free And your mother cries and you ask god why Greed is the knife and the scars run
I've seen the light of you come bursting, blasting through Yesterday?s skeletons and cobwebbed glue Your spirit burns so bright like fireworks, All Soul
You look around, you say what's up You see another Irishman taking to the 'sup You see that's the way That's the way they came You look around, you say
Oh, your pretty smile banish any gloom And when I frown I feel unsound, I drag you down to ground level I interrupt your flyin' high and summer sky in
Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back at ya, ya know
Seize the day, hey, and look to Jah, sha la There's work to do, tooraloo So, don't give in 'Cos some day you'll win Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh Seize the day
Girl I've been hurt in the past, cut up I find it hard to bring down my guard Hold me closely and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips Oh baby, baby,
Old Johnny Cash help me walk the line Old Bobby Marley how your soul does shine Old Woodie Guthrie has a rebel heart Old Bille Holiday sings like a lark
I am an angry man, yeah I vent it when I can, yeah On the bag, not the skag The negativity, yeah Pushed onto young paddy, yeah Is a shame, who's to blame
Go on, why don't you try it out? I don't know, my head's filled with doubt Ah, go on, a little bit won't hurt When you feel the whack of it, you'll see
Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine Mix it with alcohol and go insane In the morning the edge of the knife Where the hell is the bright side of life?
I fell in love with a girl of nineteen A black haired girl I called Abilene Young girl, where's your husband? Sadly, she replied, "I do not have one"
I wish that I could float Float up from the ground I will never know What that's like You have a way about you I wish that I had Thought it was impossible
I'm standing on the top of the moon Looking down at you (You're tiny, you're [Incomprehensible]) Standing on the top of the star Wondering where you
Turn off the fountain Here comes a landslide, down comes a mountain Mother is crying, "Where are my children?" They're up in heaven Did you get to close
