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

So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You won't find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't But if it is then God, if you're listenin' Please grant me the

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk

Everybody wants to rule the world Nothing ever lasts forever Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature It's my own design

A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across from your door But you're never home any more So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears

Battle of the Sexes Radio Get your money right, ladies Welcome back to Where it is 12:45 in the A.M. And Disturbing The Peace Is our in studio guest Our hot-line is lit the fuck up With people with relationship issues

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

You can never go back Welcome to reality Welcome to our reality Full of hate and brutality We all want something to believe You can never go back, you can never go back I'm addicted to the ashes and water Clouds my vision as it rolls away Bury me so

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most