Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie can't fail (European home) I went to the place where every white face Is an invitation to robbery And sitting here in my safe European home Don't want to go back there again Rudie come from Jamaica, Rudie can't

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

And we will come back home And we will come back home, home again And from now on, these eyes will not be blinded by the lights And from now on, what's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight From now on, from now on, from now on I saw the sun begin to dim

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

Lose yourself and the ones you love Throwing stones at the bones. setting fire to homes Throwing stones at the bones, don't end up alone Terrified, at the thought of losing myself again years of doubt and hate have led me to flee to your gaze I'm

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

Bang my head against the wall (Bang my head against the wall) Bang your head against the wall I was bound, was tired Hadn't seen a light so long Thought I lost my fight Couldn't find my way back home And I found the light stepping out of me

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

It feels like home It feels like It ain't where I live But wherever the good vibe is Is the same everywhere Wherever the good vibe is It feels like home (Fuse tell dem again)