Smoking in the dark cinema See the bad go down again And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh, the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

He's Misstra know-it-all Give a hand to the man With a plan Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand You know damn well he's got the super plan Playin' hard Talkin' fast

None other has ever known And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talktalk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

I belong to you, you, you I belong to you Take care of me Talk all day then at night fall in deep Stimulate me I want you mental and physically I belong to Grab hold of me Gentle love but touch passionately

It's still rock and roll to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?" Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? "Welcome

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talktalk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talktalk, that lick

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talktalk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't