As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting I will tell you what you want to hear, and not mean anything Then I treat you like a dog as I shoot my venom in You pretend you didn't know that I am a scorpion, oh My life is everything That feeds

His ship comes shining All the diamonds in this world That mean anything to me Are conjured up by wind and sunlight Sparkling on the sea I ran aground in a harbor town Lost the taste for being free Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship To carry me to

I mean, I can do anything that he can I've been pretty I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb I know you so well, so well I know you're somewhere, somewhere I've been trapped in my mind girl, just

You know I never meant to let you down, let you down You probably think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now,

We could, we could belong together (ARTPOP) ARTPOP, ARTPOP, ARTPOP My ARTPOP could mean anything Just do that thing that you do A hybrid can withstand these things My heart can beat with bricks and strings Come to me, in all your glamour and cruelty And

Legalize marijuana Down here in Jamaica I'm another Bush Doctor Warning! The Surgeon General warns Cigarette smoking is dangerous, dangerous Hazard to your health Does that mean anything to you To legalize marijuana Right here in Jamaica

Legalize marijuana Down here in Jamaica I'm another Bush Doctor Warning! The Surgeon General warns Cigarette smoking is dangerous, dangerous Hazard to your health Does that mean anything to you To legalize marijuana Right here in Jamaica

I'm still good So I might slip again, That don't mean anything Pick myself up again Let it in now and then When I fall in some mess Trying to be my best I think about it When I wanna give up

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists