Well I'm here in the dark, And I can't see the light of day. Yes I'm here in the dark, And I'm feeling so very blue. And in my heart I feel so sad. For I share the worlds troubles, Its why I feel this way. Oh yes its cold outside, And the rain is fallin

We got an inner-tube, But we have got each other and gas in the tank, We got a trailer hitch. We're near the river and far from rich. Well, I won two dollars on a scratch off ticket, So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it. And I won

Ten years ago I fell in love with an Irish girl She took my heart But she went and screwed some guy she knew and now I'm in Dublin with a broken heart Oh broken hearted Hoover fixer sucker guy Oh broken hearted Hoover fixer sucker, sucker guy One day

Shit can happen Shit can happen (throw ya hands up!) Shit can happen (yeah, yeah) That's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging Orangutangin Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act like like I'm too famous

Feel it in the one drop I know Jah's never let us down Pull your rights from wrong Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! They made their world so hard (so hard) For we no want no devil philosophy So feel this drumbeat They made their world so hard O-ooh, yea-ah,

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today And day’s night today And black’s white today And most guys today that women prize today Are just silly gigolos In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking

I was the one with the world at my feet Got us a battle, leave it up to me Tell the survivors help is on the way I was a blind fool, never complained All the survivors singing in the rain Send us a blindfold, send us a blade Find us a trap door, find us

Back to beautiful Get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh Gotta, get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? We gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who

Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma