Dirty, smelly crusties, protesting on the street. You can smell them a mile away, they haven't bathed in weeks. Your protests don't do anything, they don't help a bit.
U.S. cool costs too much money. And takes up all my time. British humor isn't funny. I'm just trying to catch your eye. . You've no idea what your looks do to me.
Suicide or murder. In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya. Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger. Blow fast just like a gas cylinder. And then.
I remember the day when we first met. With your big eyes staring at me. I said don't you cry, as I cradled you in my arms. By your side I will always be.
Sleepless nights by candlelight. I'm sick of sneaking 'round. A kiss is a kiss but this is fake. . I spend all my time trying to stay awake. But if I'm dreaming, why do you look so alive?.
Huh, leaders listen to these words I'm utterin'. Firmly, I ain't stutterin'. Look around can't you see my people sufferin'. The future is weak and it's gutterin', well.
A part of me has died before I was even born. Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm. Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim. Will I die trying to win?.
Bitching with my sisters is a pure and rare delight. Blissfully narcissistic only I won't get a. Bite my tongue before I say a single thing. That gives the game away.
Intro:. A Whoooo ?. A who coulda so lucky fi get it twice. From Ungrateful Chucky, Mr Wucky and Ducky. One pop an a gal get a Kentucky, lawd a mercy. She not so lucky (imagine that) lawd a mercy.
(Instramental). . Is inspired and in dedication to the memory of. General Leon Degrelle, a true warrior!.
Intro:. BountyKiller: You know it's Warlord and Wayne Marshall. Wayne Marshall: true true true, Wooo ooooh oooh. BountyKiller: Together you know we caan pass yo!!.
I could see myself at twenty-eight. What do you think of me now?. To hell with big wings, heaven can wait. I won't be, I won't be checking out. . Torn between big love and hate.
I look foward to the day. When they declare marshall law. And I hope it's coming quick. Cause I'm down to my final straw. . Pre-Chorus:. There comes a time when one has to learn.
Woke up this morning, how I got here I haven't a clue. In my mouth there is this foul taste, such a hangover,. What the hell did I do?. I ran to the store to get a drink to quench the thirst.
Cho. Gal a send request,. call up mi name inna foreign press,. a nuff tell them friend, nuff a them confess,. haffi beg when them under the stress,. hey, the woman them a run contest.
Intro. Hey Yow Yallo. Poor People I've see no improvement. Over the years with these guys and their movement. hey yow, yallo. Over the years. poor people cry tears.
Confused creature, shedding its skin. With an identity loss, yet it tries to fit in. Disobeying natures laws, it chooses its way. On a path of destruction, to shades of gray.
A midnight attack, the hammer's drawn back. A pull of the trigger, you hear a loud crack. The burst breaks the silence, on this night of violence. Another mission accomplished, a victim of my defiance.