I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour No, I’m drinkin’ this beer Now you

What about the love? What about the nights I gave to you? You're acting like there's nothing left to lose What about the love we fell into? But what about the love? Can you tell me who to follow? When there's no one left around, oh You've been

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah) 'Til the world is gone This goes all around the world (grrrrah) So we carry on Thank God I got it All night with the bag Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it So we carry on, git, git! Thank God,

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed And if you see her, just remember She's looking up while you're looking down Turn your whole world around for a kiss And now she walk around town with her head sewn on the wrong way Little miss like to put on blush,

We're made for now Not tomorrow Look around Made for now Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now) If you're livin' for the moment Don't stop, 'cause I break those ceilings Made for now (uno) Look around (dos, tres)

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is

If I had my way Tear this building down I would tear this building down You read about Sampson and from his birth The strongest man that ever lived on Earth One day old Sampson was walking alone He looked down on the ground and he saw an old jaw-bone He

I can hear through these walls I can see through my windows I can hear it when they're foolin' around In the dark with the shades pulled down Every move they make feels it's coming my way And I hear every sign, every sound Every word that they say My

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

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night