To get your head lumped in You keep flappin' those gums You don't know what it's like Like you the boss But just when I'm wrong 'Cause you don't want none U N to the D E A D You should check your chin Oh no you don't know what it's like

Before the song goes off We both know it's been too long Show me just how you feel So good to see you here Back like we used to This time I won't lose you I still adore you You were always loyal I'm gon' show you just how I feel

And all that I've lost, and all that I've won Don't mean nothing more when you open your eyes and they're gone We try to stay young, by chasing the sun You blink for too long, the swans sing a song After all we've been told, we're still flesh and bone

Oh, I don't wanna share you with nothing else I gotta have you to myself I just can't get you close enough, no Yeah, if I were the moon I could catch your eye I'm jealous of the moon If I were the wind I would make you fly I'm jealous of that too, yeah

Jah Rastafari One heart, one love, one moon One Earth, one light The Almighty, Jah Rastafari Unfathomable Master builder of creation Who stands to rule and reign worldwide 'Ras' mean King, 'Tafari' mean 'Head creator' Supreme, supremacy, ruler among the

Ooo 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes Ooo 5, 6, 7, minus 9 lives And this chaos, it defies imagination You've arrived at panic station You won't get much closer Till you sacrifice it all (all) You won't get to taste it With your face against the wall (wall

No alarms and no surprises With no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they

We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right

Rats, rats, everywhere you look Everywhere you turn there's rats Rats, rats, eating all your books, looking at your photographs Rats, rats, nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks

Known to have a little bit of beer with breakfast You can bet these boots have got a little used to Stomping on a hardwood floor And buying the bar another round of shots Close my tab and hit the parking lot I ain't afraid to take too many steps out of