And what do we want from each other? Tell me your dreams What do they mean? Where do we go? Nobody knows And I try and I try And it tears me all up inside The birds outside my window Want to drive this stupid song into my head

If there was no tomorrow, I'd never shed a tear! I'd rather be anywhere, anywhere, Anywhere but here! I don't claim to have the reasons! All I know is, if the world stops spinning tomorrow, Would you stay the same?! If the world stops spinning tomorrow,

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

Na na na na na na Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American You know she's like No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere (Yeah) It's not like we planned this, Getting out of

There must be a better world somewhere Oh yes, I know Sometimes I wonder Just what am I fighting for? I win some battles But I always lose the war I keep right on stumblin' In this no-man's land out here

All this money I be staring at You already know that Bring your love baby, I'mma bring my shame Bring the drugs baby, I'mma bring my pain In you and I there's a new land Angels in flight My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah Where fears and lies melt away

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

It's calling me back to my home Home it's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch Shine-lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade Is getting me nowhere

She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking