You my first love, I still fuck with you Looking at your picture, you should come through I don't even want nobody with me in the coupe Look at all this shit that we done been through Burn too many bridges, but I ain't burning you I hope you do good and

In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man Instead of broken dreams and tragedy We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man Clean and pure

And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon,

Take all my love Take it how you want it So take it how you want it Burning on my bridges As you said my world's on fire Save me from your promises Take me with your constant shame Take it how you got me now After breaking down my heart

Natty dread rides again We got something they could never take away Go there, dready, go there! Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah! But

I'm not afraid to die Cause all these colors will change 'Cause all these colors will change Bits and bits of cane Burning burning burning Bit by bit away They grow as people grow All the needy still need

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

Don't blame it on me So blame it on the night Blame it on the night Can't be sleepin' Keep on wakin' Is that the woman next to me? Guilt is burning Inside I'm hurting This ain't a feeling I can't keep