I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker I don't give a flying When you look at me, what do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you will always

Lost and lonely child, living in a world of fear Lose yourself in another day Find out there's another way My oh my, you look so blue Just turn and look my way, a smile will do Catch it now, has to be soon Or lonely hours will be your doom Lost and

(Bury me in blood oil) Tell your children we got another year coming Bury me in blood oil Build me black Jesus Shackles pulling at your hair I'm a heading down, down, down Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine Oil stains the legs of this

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a

Let not another child be slain Let not another search be made in vain Jah forgive us for forgetting So badly that not many can see you In the name of, and by the power of The holy spirit May we invoke your intercession for The children of England Some of

Du, du, du, du With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence

Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something It feels like somebody put something I can't think Somebody Put Something In My Drink Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The