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Bob Marley - Rat race
Ah! Ya too rude
Oh what a rat race
Oh what a rat race
This is the rat race
Some a lawful, some a bastard
Some a jacket
Oh what a rat race, rat race
Some a gorgan, some a hooligan
Some a guine-gog
In this rat race. Yeah!
Rat race
I'm singing
When the cats away
The mice will play
Political violence fill ya city
Yea-ah!
Don't involve Rasta in your say say
Rasta don't work for no C.I.A
Rat race, rat race, rat race
When you think its peace and safety
A sudden destruction
Collective ...
Dope Stars Inc. - Critical world
Television always rule
Ordinary people view.
Calibrating what we see.
Telling strictly what we need.
Glaciers slowly melting down.
Thunders razing to the ground
And the statesmen just stand watching
Till we get to the end.
It's a crtical world yeah
And everbody knows
It's a crtical world yeah
But none wants to say
It's a crtical world yeah
And everbody knows
It's a crtical world
Running to the end yeahhhhh!
Information always rule.
Automatic people mood.
Telling stories to mislead.
Staisfying the public needs.
Territories slowly drown
Cause of natural crackdown
And the statesmen just stand watching
Till we get to the end.
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Danko Jones - Samuel sin
My Momma raised a devil child
My Momma's got a good reason to cry
I walk along the old dirt road
Not alot in my pocket but a pocket of soul
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
My Papa drove over life
Lived every day on the edge of a knife
Left me and my mom when I was six years old
'Cause the blood in his vains be ice cold
Yeah
Ow!
Yeah
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Elvis Presley - Green, green grass of home
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me,
All creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's an old oak tree that I used to play ...
Cat Stevens - When i speak to the flowers
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
They tell my to leave you, just get you out of my mind.
They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
Ow, forget all the good times, that are making me blind.
I know you run around and you'll never settle down
And I should quit while I'm still on top
but when ...