Lyrics:
the Third World
I only know that it is my world
Maybe someday it can be our world
Can you imagine one world, one world
My heart it hurts more than my
and third don't it make you feel sick?
If you think you can, well come on man
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories
'Cause I got
and third don't it make you feel sick?
If you think you can, well come on man
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories
'Cause I got
call it communism because they don't know what it means
In the third world war
And the rich keep getting richer and as wrong as they are right
we knew is being washed away
Don't think I can last, my heart is sinking fast
I'm going down, down for the third time
Trying to hold on to a love
The love we knew is being washed away
Don't think I can last, my heart is sinking fast.
I'm going down, down for the third time
Trying to hold
The third world breathes our air tomorrow
We live on the time we borrow
In our world there's no time for sorrow
In their world there is no tomorrow
One
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Fly down to Miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it
The third world breathes our air tomorrow
We live on the time we borrow
In our world there's no time for sorrow
In their world there is no tomorrow
One
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
How'd you
Get your
Teeth so
Pearly?
Dew-drop
Dentures
Whitewashed
Faces
She runs from
The third world, pearly
Vanilla (feel it crawl
How'd you
Get your
Teeth so
Pearly?
Dew-drop
Dentures
Whitewashed
Faces
She runs from
The third world, pearly
Vanilla (feel it crawl
Third world people
Remember where ya' comin' from
Third world people
Know where you belong
Mother country, mother country
We 'ave been told
That
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
The love we knew is being washed away
Don't think I can last, my heart is sinking fast.
I'm going down, down for the third time
Trying to hold
to catch the heat of the third-world man
He's got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He's old enough to know what's right
to catch the heat of the third-world man
He's got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He's old enough to know what's right
Whooaa, I know
Hey, mon
The third world is on the one
Right on the downbeat
Sending out shockwaves throughout the world
Hey, mon
Sending out
Boneyard full of knowledge
W-w-w-orking vacation in a third world nation
Back to school (going back to school, going back, back to school)
They don
the motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cause he might ain't got no money
But he still can pull the baddest bitch in the building
We killing
Baby, baby, what is the matter with you?
Baby, baby, what is the matter with you?
You got the world in a jug
And you don't have a thing to do
I
in order
To bring more beautiful ideas to the world
If I spent my money on my ideas
I could not afford to take care
Of my family i am in a place
That
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