Verse 1 Silent lantern tries to blind me with muddy light I should have got lost in the crowd I’m happy, but I don’t want to hear my voice Sometimes
Force, only force And my trust They make noise I know, it’s defeat And I wish to escape Where are my feet? Stop shouting at those who don’t believe in
Verse 1 Dung, pus, drop, Look around yourself I beg you Look around yourself Pain, groan, shout Look around yourself I beg you Look around yourself
I feel you everyday. I can present you hope. You promised me to pay. I’m British silly cope. Rotation amplifies. I wipe hands everyday. My face is very
Active spirit in my heart was destructive and powerless. He wandered searching for food, but he found noting. Now he is small essence, hopelessly inutile
In my head I have found dryness And I do not want to shout I’m afraid of hearing truth It is really terrible I have skills in meditation But it’s only
sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the
that dance in my drop, park that Make that booty clap like flip flops Like the Flintstones We can make the bed rock Yes this little boy got a house on the hill
cause I don't Worship money that's not what counts Kill or be killed Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill (because) I've been through struggles
special Broad that is sleep and you're sick, because your's left you Bring her to the church, and the pastor says God bless you Bring her round your
come back Most come back for more i've got a house in the hills With a door that spins Goes in and out, out and in 'round 'round again. I live a life
run And the dogs they And the dogs they run In the good good morning sun Side of a little hill Litter little brother spills Side of a little hill Oh
UP ON MELANCHOLY HILL THERE'S A PLASTIC TREE ARE YOU HERE WITH ME? JUST LOOKING OUT ON THE DAY OF ANOTHER DREAM WHERE YOU CAN'T GET WHAT YOU WANT BUT
go round Where's your, Where's your, Where's your Money makes your world go round Where's your, Where's your, Where's your Cause money makes your world go round
hill's too steep to climb, Trying it! You say you'd like to see me try, Climb it! You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb The hill
was young When the world was young High on a hill Home of my heart, take me dancing Round and round Carry me still Sweet home of my heart, take me dancing Round and round
a hill then cycle down speedy on a great big wheel feeling ill laboured still grinding and stressing in that giant mill Drove a car stop and start round
it ain't nothing new Now go and show them That the world stayed round But it's a long, long, long way down You better run for the hills before they
