Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. You were only waiting for this moment to arise Take these

For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind Even the dead cry

Darkness coats us. The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden of the dead s alive

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Australia As I walked out

Why can't you be happy for me? (Hey, hey, hey) why do you always wanna put me down (Hey, hey, hey) when I was cheering for you from the crowd Whatever it is, whatever I've got You want it all for yourself Why can't you be happy for anyone else? Anyone

Hey-eh-eh-eh, yeah Whoa, gotta learn to let it go Learn to let go, learn to let go Exorcise the demons inside me The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it I know I'm always like Telling everybody, "You don't gotta be a

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Traitor hate your face, obey or you're gonna die Oh yeah I'll come back to you when I'm dead (Fire!) the fire is more right than my eyes Don't remain, go misplay, you're so, so wild (Traitor!) your vengeance night, yes, always for me Always now, once you

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so