All we need is little action If it's only but a fraction (What I say) People to see, even me Man with a little got more of a plea He's cryin', I don't know Time at last, laws to pass Can't be a few got to be a mass A-tryin' got to go

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

Drink freely Do girl, what you do girl? Got a few more bottles of champagne For you girl, so drink freely And if it's true girl that the pretty ones have more fun Then you should enjoy yourself and holler if you need me You and your homegirls drinkin' on

After all, I'm just a man I'm a blue collar man had a hammer in my hand For the last few years of my life Working double overtime While you sleep alone at night Baby I know it's been a long hard ride Sometimes I forget to say I love you But baby please

Has man gone insane A few will remain Who'll find a way To live one more day Through decades of war It spreads like disease There's no sign of peace Religion and greed cause millions to bleed Three decades of war

Guarding the skies of the isle Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land Over the battlefield brave men long way from home Few are the chosen ones sent to the sky to die In the skies above the isle, Aces in exile prevail From near and far they

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

A mint julep, a mint julep One mint julep was the cause of it all One early morning, as I was walking I met a woman, we started talking I took her home, to get a few nips But all I had was a mint julep I don't remember just how I started I only know that

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see