Momma stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth Barely barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down Voodoo in my blood is living Blood take I'm chillin' Chill me got the soul of a mimic It's not

Can you feel the pain inside sometimes in my mind? In the land of loneliness the seas of blood run cold Is the feeling lost inside within the sins of all mankind? Time after time we stood united on we go Fly far away don't let the world pass you by Live

So long, don't where I'm going But so long, you know you done me wrong So long, because I know I'm not the one Goodbye, please tell me why Goodbye, you always make me cry Oh why, why are you never satisfied So long, I'm all packed up and on my way So

In Marina Del Rey We said goodbye In marina del rey "I had a good time" Was the last thing I heard her say As I walked away And on this plane back to Tennessee My mind comes across her memory

Won’t give up (go away) Won’t give up (I want you) Til I’m high (I want you) To another place I hide oh between the sheets I won’t give up, no Hiding in lies goes inside out so weak I’m not there So I hide myself away

I think I'm better off alone No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home Home, this house is not a home I'll be coming home

Well, I'm a man of many wishes Hope my premonition misses But what I really feel my eyes won't let me hide ‘Cause they always start to cry ‘Cause this time could mean goodbye Lately, I have had the strangest feeling With no vivid reason here to find Yet

But I'm on my way I'm on my way On this slow ride from Hell fire terrain If you could just wait, I know I could right this rail to change It might not be today I'm hard headed, I'm stubborn I'm stuck in my ways Still learning what it means To heal my

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

And I'm miles away from home. Yes, I'm a radical (roots radical), miles away from home..... I'm a true born Jamacan, I'm a radical (roots radical), (roots radical) x2 I'm a radical, (roots radical) They won't see me round the corner, They can't catch me