Who do you think you are? Wide awake and falling on your faith You've got an evil wicked way Of saying I love you, I'd love to Tear away from everything you are You've got an evil wicked way about you, I hate you! Who do you think you are? (so cold) I

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed Oh no, I can't slow down, I

It went the dull and wicked ordinary way I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain And now I'm sorry I missed you I think this place is full of spies Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I

Necrosadistic Warning You will not rest in peace Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning

Easy driver (Ooh ooh ooh) don't be afraid, (ooh ooh) love is so hard to find Easy driver, she's a wicked rider She's smooth and she's skinny and she's probably mean (Ooh ooh ooh) don't turn away, (ooh ooh ooh) just give me a sign Easy driver, pull up

I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel Like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday Won't somebody tell me Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

Oh no you're so damned wicked You got me by the throat Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me You never let me go I believe you're the devil I believe you're the devil's child Hypnotize me Mesmerize me Feel my willpower slip

Like mountains round about Jerusalem Babylon it afi fall Wicked people them ah bawl So is Emperor Selassie I around I and I, I and I, I and I Minions and hipocritical mockers Babylon cool you, let ah fry yuh like fritas So is Emperor Selassie I around I