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Yeah reggae in my head, reggae in my head, reggae in my head
Sitting by the river listening to her songs
She played it all night long
She brought
the piper's son,
he was there with me

I rode through the valley with the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess did a Reggae Reggae Reggae last night
the piper's son,
he was there with me

I rode through the valley with the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess did a Reggae Reggae Reggae last night
the piper's son,
he was there with me

I rode through the valley with the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess did a Reggae Reggae Reggae last night
the piper's son,
he was there with me

I rode through the valley with the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess did a Reggae Reggae Reggae last night
You want to reggae music
Reggae music

Playing with fire,
Playing with you,
Day by day
We create a new everlasting blaze,
A new everlasting
her that you're throwing your glances to
Her that you want to know
Don't let her stray it's a Saturday night
The Boys are after trouble
You're in
Served by a cruelin' fighting
Five nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War
Girl I Can't Believe You Got Me Comin' Out Here On A Reggae Night
Girl You Need To Get Out The House
I Hope You Got Yo Purse Yo Knife
Hell Yeah
take me wrong, 

me know which way to go, me, me, me, me alright, 

me rock the reggae music day and all night. 



Makes you want to explode,
Now the sun is in my eyes
And you know I'm feeling fine
Take me, (take me) take me to Jamaica now
Where the reggae rhythms beat
Can't help but
away and closed my eyes
Felt the reggae rhythm deep in my heart.
Oog
Baby
I can't stand the pain.
There's always a place to stay
Hemingway hideaway
[Girl 1:] Girl I Can't Believe You Got Me Comin' Out Here On A Reggae Night
[Girl 2:] Girl You Need To Get Out The House
[Girl 1:] I Hope You Got
on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star

You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
to the music, all night long,
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone.
She likes Boogie-woogie, Reggae, Rap, Pop, and Soul, 
Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock
nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Ah Dreddy's got a job to do but he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain
We could have danced all night   
The feeling so nice   
Operator play it twice   

They have the reggae and soul and the ital vital dub plate
If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night 

Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson 
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith
At night 
burnt by desire 
I have reveled in no pain 
that is greater than love 
Nor have I found any garden more perfect 
It stops...
nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night 

Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson 
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith
Goin' out with all my boys
Hit the city all night long
Lars and Will, Daniel and Bill
And little Larry gonna tag along
Rollin' deep, comin' up
Time goes by
Days and years
Only you and I

Wasted days
Wasted nights
Hurt you by and by

Fall in love
Kill a man
No one left to cry
Burn, Burn at the Stake
Pain, pain until you break

Sixteenth century souls born without sins
Infested by the seeds of the Demon God
Execution day by