So give me all your poison And give me all your pills And give me all your hopeless hearts And make me ill You're running after something That you'll never kill If this is what you want You'll never make me leave

She's, not, just a pretty face She's, got, everything it takes She's, mother, of the human race She's not just a pretty face (Oh na, na, na) She hosts a T.V. show, she rides the rodeo She plays the bass in a band She's an astronaut A valet at the parking

Big gun kick the hell out of you Big gun number one Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy

Where did all the good people go, We got heaps and heaps of what we sow I've been changing channels On the TV shows They got this and that With a rattle of tat Man what you gonna do Gimme some truth Now whose side are we on

Here I am (Here I am) Will you send me an angel In the land of the morning star Hear this voice from deep inside It's the call of your heart Close your eyes and you will find Wise man said just walk this way To the dawn of the light The wind will blow

It's a beautiful world Yeah, it's a beautiful world All the noise and the voices are screamin' What they have to say And the headlines and sound bytes are givin' me Demons to hate And the man on TV He tells me it's ugly But if you ask me

Be not selfish in your doings Live for others, you will live again In the kingdom of Jah Man shall reign 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?