on the outside looking in Search your soul, children of a nation Global corrosion -- its a sin Search your soul, children of a nation Seeds of destruction have been sown again Search your soul
Standing on the outside looking in Search your soul, children of a nation Global corrosion -- its a sin Search your soul, children of a nation Seeds of destruction have been sown again Search your soul
Tricky You can be with the one you love or love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray-we're strong but far too little Her touch tickles, especially
Afroman, young soul brotha Late night crack house deep off in the hood We kick it outside cause the weather feel good Stereo bumping in the living room Classic soul
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
the bacteria which cause all fevers and other morbidities. ARTILLERYMAN: Halt! Who goes there? JOURNALIST: Er - friend. ARTILLERYMAN: Be on your way. This is my territory. JOURNALIST: Your
all the systems fail And fear denies the truth that's in your heart Forgetting lessons I have learned My mouth is shut the table turned No one giving
In your arms I was searching for things that were true This is why I spend so much time making love to you In your arms I was searching for things that
occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime 3D Box clever, watch your system come together Crazy weather at
Tricky Can's be with the one you love Then love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray Red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when
the faith She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime 3D Box clever, watch your system come
be a way. Surely, there must be a way There's no chance at all: We are all trapped by fate. Nobody ever finds the one. Nobody ever finds the one. There
so we can. Everyone is searching to find a way home hey. Enclosed in the dungeon of darkness aware we only have our souls hey. No one has anytime for
go down search yourself to find your way and pray now (repeat) tried fi see how dem a dash weh not only life you sell all soul fi likkle cash deh look
little time to count each blessing one by one For breath in your lungs and Son risen For making your lunch in your little kitchen While the sound system
one way, but of course it never works, forever quirks within the system. Am I a victim or a jerk?, with a sickened spurt of questions, guessing without your
