Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Given decision to live The flight towards the light I'll stay in the lava for life Erupting when gods take us all Changing the peaks makes us pour From the mountain and burn The path of our time Hail people of Iceland Journey of a land anew

Take a trip to my yard So hail a taxi cab and come around here And I will meet you right outside. I got some DVD's and a couple of beers, If you want to, We can stay up all night. It's nothing fancy, just a little couch and me And conversation for your

I think my dad's gone crazy There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em baby There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me There's no one on earth that can save me, not even

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

The motherfucking saga continues All hail to those believin in the real gangsta shit Cause when it comes to the real niggas It makes the shit that much harder to deal with Yeah! Above the Law up in this motherfucker "Black Mafia" for life Down with the

Hail Mary our divine Littered souls across a great divide In our obsession thou cast pearls before the swine In madness we shall reign Broke vows and broken rosaries Lie in this state Of perdition Never to awake

In comes the flood Wake up America (America, America, I shed these words for thee) All hail Praises be to thee Oh ye paper deity As we hail our sacred cow To the bankers we will bow Endless profit from their wars Making slaves of all the poor

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,