(How do you like me now?) Like a fucking dream I'm living in Baby love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah I've finally found you Oh,

Oh gimme that fire Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone Burn, burn, burn And my mother told me son let it be Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody Calling my name oh, lost in the fire Lonely shadows following me Lonely ghosts

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Back when the weekend lasted a little longer But things seemed to never end back then Oh way back when When a little went a long way Back when everything seemed just a little bit stronger I can't tell you why they did Six beers, five guys And if I

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson river all filled with snow She spied the ring on his honor's finger A thousand years in one piece of silver She took it from his lily white hand Showed no fear

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Can I be close to you (Ah)? Ooh (aah), ooh (aah) Can I be close to you? In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you Shall I write it in a letter?

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

Coming in from the cold We're coming in, we're coming in (coming in) In this life, in this life, in this life Would you let the system make you kill your brotherman? In this, oh sweet life We're (we're coming in from the cold) We're coming in from the

What's owed will be repaid Has come to wash our shame away To erase the image of defeat Have licked our wounds, restored our strength And our vengeance will be oh so sweet They thought they had us down That we'd never rise again