'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no I can't get no, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction That's what I say When I'm drivin' in my car, and the man come on the radio

For those about to rock, we salute you We salute you Yeah, yeah, oh We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers

Oh missa marshal Oh missa sheriff Jah no partial Define seh yuh partial Oh missa general Yuh jus' a cause too much funeral Yuh cause jah jah children to perish Oh missa lieutenant A see you asking for repentance

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Here's to my future Here's to my yesterday Here's to change Oh, here's to my yesterday No tomorrow without a yesterday Goodbye to yesterday Oh, it's a crooked old tradition But in the all this trouble I've met

Oh yeah, oh yeah. I've got a feeling, a feeling I can't hide Oh no, oh no, oh no. I've got a feeling I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Yeah, I've got a feeling. Oh please believe me, I'd hate to miss the train And if you leave me I won't be late

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh My innocence is wearing thin But my heart is growing strong So call me, call me, call me I'm breaking down, gonna start from scratch Shake it off like an Etch-A-Sketch My lips are saying goodbye My eyes are finally

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still Am I coming out of left field? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now We could fight

She was nice and loving to me in every way Oh, for ten long years Well, it's all over, baby Well, I had a woman Oh, I had a woman Oh, she used to love me Bring my breakfast to the bed every day Yes, she was my pride and joy She was my pride and joy

Stack dead actors Stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards All I want is the truth Hey hey now, can you fake it? Can you make it look like we want? Hey hey now, can you take it? And we cry when they all die blond? Oh mirror mirror