No one mourns the wicked Because I knew you Now at last she's dead and gone Now at last there's joy throughout the land Who can say if I've been Changed for the better

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying Which path mi grow Ghetto, bare mad people mi know Ghetto, wickeder than action show Hungry days wi know Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro Long rifle a shrub out Regular

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission

Money don't grow on trees Ain't nothing in this world for free I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed I know I can't slow down I can't hold back though you know I wish I could Until we close our eyes for good" You know there ain't no rest for the

Perverse rites Priests of Sodom preside We are damned Immortal lust Wicked legions come forth Defile the pure The blackened city calls out Enter the temple of sin You must enter the temple of sin Contorted sinners beckon

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna fly, taken my time, strip down to nothing Walked a fine line, slipped the edge under me Rise above a suicide, taking it out of me Got a feeling, it's going

Easy driver (Ooh ooh ooh) don't be afraid, (ooh ooh) love is so hard to find Easy driver, she's a wicked rider She's smooth and she's skinny and she's probably mean (Ooh ooh ooh) don't turn away, (ooh ooh ooh) just give me a sign Easy driver, pull up

Necrosadistic Warning You will not rest in peace Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning