Friends will be friends When you're in need of love they give you care and attention When you're through with life and all hope is lost Right till the end Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can

Then you learn the lesson Handle with kid gloves Put on your kid gloves That it's cool to be so tough That it's tough to be so cool A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much

Be not selfish in your doings Live for others, you will live again In the kingdom of Jah Man shall reign What your hands do It's your own eyes that've seen So won't you judge your actions To make sure the results are clean?

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

When you've made your mind up forever to be mine 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind I'll pick up your hand

Reminds me of you Every little thing reminds me of you It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Yes, party people, we drop and feet go, Some make your fist-pump, hands up and feet go, Crazy look

Ignorance will crush us, destroy all that we have And now we offer this small bit of wisdom The heart it came from will set you on your way So let us rejoice that, the powers in our hands So let us rejoice that the power's in our hands Let it be know

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands

Only to be plagued by disease Reach out your hand, reach out your hand Reach out your hand Reach out your hand to find forgiveness Just like the spread of disease, ya, ya Debt and guilt or guilt and decree The masters that we please Yet if we seek help