Knife thrower,Peaceful warrior, Street fighter,Beautiful avenger, Oh no, oh no,They will never, ever let me go.

And I'm miles away from home. Yes, I'm a radical (roots radical), miles away from home..... I'm a true born Jamacan, I'm a radical (roots radical), (roots radical) x2 I'm a radical, (roots radical) They won't see me round the corner, They can't catch me

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,

One love, who's crying now? One love, feeds the fire One heart, burns desire Two hearts, born to run Who'll be the lonely one? It's been a mystery But still they try to see Why something good can hurt so bad Caught on a one-way street

We are the sleepers, we bite our tongues We set the fire and we let it burn Through the dreamers, we hear the hum They say come on, come on, let's go I know that it's a waste of time Chasing in the dark But keep me in your clouded mind 'Til time ignites

Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaahaaahaaaaaaaaaaahha Aaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Smack my bitch up

Make the story of our own, and blow Shakespeare's mind, It's ours to write, it's our love and it's our life You and I, can fall as hard as we want Well everybody, they think they know us They think they've got us figured out, Waste their words just

All I know is what I see, People think you're just so sweet, But they don't know you quite like I do. I guess they think that I'm a lucky guy, No matter how you cry, Do you think I'm crazy? And what can I do When you pretend that you're in love with me

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget