Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us, never molested, though in the wrong When death has come and taken our loved ones, it leaves our home so lonely and dreary Then do we

So many ways to get high Just come on and Come on and To keep on losing our mind To keep us feeling alright So many ways to get Meet you out there You're looking my way

Without sin I can't make religion As without sin there's no whoredom And when in my heart god becomes a harlot I shall sin, sin, sin again ("...Every world has its space Every life has its time Every mass has its god Every god has his guillotine... ") To

It'll take you to the other side 'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride I don't need to see the other side We're going to the other side Right here, right now, I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it, you

Laughing with your girlfriends Not a care in the world, not a burden on your mind It was a matter of time You're looking for a way out I can feel it Come on, show me where it hurts Maybe I can heal it Your feelings are your own Now you keep 'em under

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

'Cause everything just goes away my friend And every king knows it to be true And every kingdom must one day come to an end The birds still sing outside these These windows where we sat together Like nothing ever happened here oh The white house on the

I'll be here Come back, come back I've been wishin' out the days If I keep holding out Will the light shine through? Under this broken roof It's only rain that I feel

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