(Hear the children cryin') But I know they cry not in vain For now the times are changin' Love bud's come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring
What your hands do, It's your own eyes that've seen. So won't you judge your actions To make sure the results are clean? It's your own conscience That
Hear the words of the Rastaman say: "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down; Babylon, you throne gone down." Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say
Feel them spirit Feel them spirit Feel them spirit Lord, I thank you Lord, I thank you Feel alright now Feel alright now Feel alright now Lord, I thank
Got to build our love on one foundation Got to build our love on one foundation Got to build our love on one foundation There will never be no love at
Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men Playing smart And not being clever? I said, you're working iniquity To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so) But the goodness
I don't understand why See it's burning me to hold onto this I know this is something I gotta do But that don't mean I want to What I'm trying to say
Everybody wants an easy ride On the merry-go-round that we call life Take your drive on cruise control Then you wait to find out it's a winding road
"Don't look, don't look," the shadows breathe Whispering me away from you Don't wake at night to watch her sleep You know that you will always lose This
What does it take to show an illustration Of the hurt and the pain of a nation One glowing look upon a ragged canvas Tell the story of our past and present
My friend picked me up about quarter past five We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows
My hands got powder burns i just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother fuck em, it was him or either me so i sold 50 empty out
Come on Fear of the dark tears me apart Won't leave me alone and time keeps running out Just one more life, I'm so sick and tired Of singin' the blues
Put the pedal to the metal, go Let's ride this motherf*** Let's go, outta here Man, I'd kill a car When I take off, I peel out hard I drive like a maniac
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
There's a red moon rising On the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake There's a red moon rising On the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland
Keep the fire burnin' Let it keep us warm The world will keep on turnin' Let it turn you on And let us not stop learnin' We can help one another be strong
you rich fucking scumbag your gonna get a brick because your life style is the anchor that sinks us in the shit you have cars worth more than houses