I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time You know she ain't good for nothin' She's too
OOOhhh..Ohhhh..Ohhh Yeahhh Heyyy..Heyyy...Heyyyyyy Jah come help our falling race..falling race 2x Help our people find themselves..find themselves 2x
Baby, you're so frazzled Spinnin' around in a busby swirl With all that razzle dazzle I know at heart you want a down home girl Oh, you know I want to
Are you ready? Ready for the race? Are you ready? Oh, oh, oh, ejo, Are you ready? Oh, oh, oh, ejo, Are you ready? The wheels go round and round You
Hippies are squares with long hair and they don't wear no underwear Country rock is on the way, I don't want music, I won't pay Dictators can't swing,
There's nowhere left to hide from the fatman and all his lies a TV puppet-politician He thinks his words so fine great, important, and divine a 20th century
You'd better run You'd better run You'd better run from the Devil's gun The race is on The race is on Now you'd better run from the Devil's gun
Sub race of human race It comes back With the eyes Flashing by blood Sub race of human race Sowing the panic With the existence Of sick faces From the
Are you sure you had to move, Move that far away? Just to be lonely In a different state. Well, the trouble with living Is there's no escape From the
Are you sure you had to move Move that far away Just to be lonely in a different state? Well, the trouble with leaving Is there's no escape From the
We'll pull it down, piece by miserable piece Refuse to live our lives Sell out the only friends we know We fight together We die together We'll pull
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One blue sky above us One ocean lapping all our shores One earth so green and brown Who could ask for more And because I love you I'll give it one more
Hey, what do you want from me? As far as I can see There's really nothing you get for free Hey, are you dense or just unaware When you know the one that
Well I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep inside like my heart's sprung a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful that I may never shake
Lie down, fair one and come away Till the rain is over and gone, gimme the beat now Face the music Lead line Face the music If the air is a little thick
What page you coming from You want me then you don't I can't figure it out, why can't I let go My mind is torn in two, this love is difficult I wanna
Ronnie's totin' shingles up a ladder for Steve 'Cause Steve fixed Ronnie's transmission last week Friday night, there'll be spaghetti, five dollars a