Times of loss, sufferation, rebirth... we have to spread good Karma around the Earth. You're checking the vibes right now of the bad man Zulu, one and only, Whitelabel Menace.
CHORUS. Informer deh inna the police station. Informer deh inna the police station. Informer deh inna the police station. What the hell Babylon dem want?.
CHORUS. When you look and see the informer's property getting blown up. That was necessary. . When arresting officers are on the payroll for not showing up [to court].
This is where the so-called party ends. Will you stand by me, my brethren of friends?. This is where we stand or where we fall. We are not alone our backs up on the wall.
There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out. . Don't get to close, fast forward rewind. I take a step back, I'm on the attack! I take a step back, I take a step.
Lived a lifetime in the hunger. Been too long for all the fear. Never did I hear the thunder. I got tired of hearing the rain!. It was welcome when I knew it.
Nothing to hold the falling. So how can I survive this sinking feeling. . Don't you know it's gone too wrong. Early warning. How could it have come to this.
Jesus, was it you indeed. To flirt unkindly with my greed?. Promising eternal life. When you knew it was not right?. When you knew that what I'd need was willingness and comfort there?.
It took a while to mend this broken heart of mine. The memories expand and fill the space and time. I was living in a world dressed in disguise. With your cover blown you had no place to hide.
We get some rules to follow. That and this. These and those. No one knows. . We get these pills to swallow. How they stick. In your throat. Tastes like gold.
Out in the morning come. You don't need to ask an alibi. And in the morning comes. You don't need to be so honest. . And in the morning come. You don't need to ask an alibi.
I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel. I want to drive you through the night, down the hills. I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear.
Could I ever explain this feeling of love?. It just lingers on. The fear in my heart that keeps telling me. Which way to turn. . We'll wander again. Our clothes they are wet.
He tried to tell you it was over so many times. You kept convincing yourself that he would change his mind. You never thought that love could do this to you and him.
El Skorpions!. Cracks in the sidewalk. shadows of my steps. cracks in the sidewalk. shadows of my steps. shadows of my steps. . I never met tomorrow. tomorrow is just another day.
Nobody does it better. Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it half as good as you. Baby, you're the best. . I wasn't lookin', but somehow you found me.
(P) 1998 BYTE RECORDS - Belgium. (c) 1998 BYTE RECORDS - Belgium. Lyrics by Phil Wilde, Peter Bauwens & Steven Tracey. Come on! - Come on!. Come on! - Come on!.
Let me hear you say, yeah!. Let me hear you say, yeah!. . No no, no no no no, no no no no. No no there's no limit!. No no, no no no no, no no no no. No nothere's no limit!.
I've been searching a long time and I just don't know. I try to catch solutions, I try to catch the flow. Thoughts running through my mind. Maybe the man in the front, yo was the man from behind.