Somehow we always get stuck in the middle What a terrible thing for you to do What an awful thing for you to say But someone plays evil tricks on that kid But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time Maybe give a friend a call instead of

(Oh forever) Ohh, forever, forever And he opened up his mouth Oh, forever forever The pusher was the feet and the feet the floor We got a little bit well we got a little more Once we count to four then we count to ten We'll take up every bit that we give

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Don't give up Hold on a little longer What don't kill you Roots, remind me where I'm from Only makes you stronger Even when I'm a thousand miles away from my roots Ooh, I wouldn't change a thing It made the man I am today

Life's not always fair Oh, life it's misunderstood me And dream of better days Life's not always fair or so they say So I close my eyes Or so they say Little old man contemplates Suicide twice a day

Oh the little man Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man The little man There goes the little man I

The best thing about being a woman Is the prerogative to have a little fun and Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I want

And I love you Godspeed, little man Sweet dreams, little man Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings Sweet dreams Dragon tales and the water is wide Pirate's sail and lost boys fly Fish bite moonbeams every night

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't