I grew up inna place called De La Vega Spanish Town Rocking Over Prison Oval I grew up inna a place called Ensom City Spanish Town groovy Everybody nice Hail Jah mon, Spanish Town me born Dat a weh me come from From you look inna me face you see a De La

Crazy horse A crazy horse I am Lightning from above Followed by hail Death from above In the wake of his trail A vision sent this child Becomes a man

I grew up inna place called De La Vega Spanish Town Rocking Over Prison Oval I grew up inna a place called Ensom City Spanish Town groovy Everybody nice Hail Jah mon, Spanish Town me born Dat a weh me come from From you look inna me face you see a De La

Nothing beats a failure like a try There's a great reward Someone will surely hail you Together we'll always be I saw you over there But what could I do? I couldn't stand and stare Or come and talk to you And it is always fair

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

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again Thy power above all I hail How silent is the lonely one? What do we see, what do

All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

Nothing in this world will ever break my heart again No pain this life will put me through Will ever ever hurt like you Finally kept my pride And hailed a cab Those cuttin' words you said Were the last stab

'Cause we keep on coming back for more Oh, we're on the right side of rock bottom And I hope that we keep falling We're on the good side of bad karma We're on the right side of rock bottom Into you, I just keep crawling You're the best kind of bad

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, their red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no