Lyrics:
hard times
Heap coals of fire, heap coals of fire
Money can't bury the truth on Perdition Road
If one is rotten, if one is rotten
It spoils the barrel,
Decomposition ? a morbid demonstration
The cycle of life - in all its majesty
Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat
The twilight
of blood, where you belong
In a dead dead heap, on the cold cold ground
Watch you squirm, watch you murmur
Fucking pigs, legalize murder
Fucking pigs,
heap a people jus' a start to laugh
She too short an' a me too tall
She too short an' a me too tall, ey
A wa do dem......
We tek a walk for a Kingston
of the heap.
The T-Rex of the deep.
They're anti-social, they got no grace.
Their only style is in your face.
They can hear the heartbeat of their next prey.
you
But all the blankets on the bed
They're tangled in heaps around you
I can't get my arms around you
They're tangled in heaps around you
I can't get
Every night we fall into bed
But it's all in my head
Every night we fall in a heap
And you kiss me to sleep
And baby all the sleepy things you
When you peel back my eyes,
I see the pain and feel alive
My hatred heaps upon this fire,
That burns inside and you blow higher
But I don't need
Down the information highway
I took a ride
In an angels heap
Yeah I took a ride
And she took me away
To where the hills are steep
Yeah I took
a word
When I needed you most
I couldn't find the language
When I needed you more
I couldn't say a word
One day a heap on the ground
Next
vibe dem thief,
Dem ago big up I when I leave.
Bridge: x2
Wol heap a history ee load,
No we cya die in a ee boat,
We a brag we a bloodclaat boast,
Da
She’s a baby blue eyes, cherry red lips
Long blonde hair and shaky heaps
She’s got a tough manner no one can teach
But inside her breast she’s got
just a heap of dust
There is no reason in dying
In the end we are all just a heap of dust
Ready fi d weekend again is time fi have Fun.... farda nik
Verse 1
Every time we hustle on d streets money we a go fa whole heap pocket haffi
up Parliament, dat yuh fi do
Di obese one dem ina khaki suit
Woll heap a dem you affi move
CHORUS
What will you do?
When di system you created turn
Happiness or heaps of gold
All around the globe
Empty hearts with open doors
Don’t you slam it closed
We got room for plenty more
Should I be searching for
my weak heart breaks
And I am through
Surely wandering would still my will to sleep
Oh, but how I'd love to
What a shame, the girl is -such- the heap
fake?
Can it kill?
Is it just some useless statement?
Does it require heaps of patience?
Apologies for my lateness
I got carried away in my placement
I
do I know it's going to turn out alright?
Every night I go to sleep and I have this dream
I had a dream that you were a worthless heap
You were
Bum)
SODI funmi so di yen (Bum Bum)
Ju di funmi ju di yen (Bum Bum)
SODI funmi so di yen (Bum Bum)
Ju di ju di yen (Bum Bum
Wait Wul an deh Wul heap ah
the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap
These small town blues
drug)
No one choose fi de way dem born
But we can make up we attitude
No damn clothes make you number one
But affi care how you seduce
Whole heap ah
the temptations
You could have it all
Just bowel down to your knees
You could be restored from all the awful things
Yeah you know
There’s heaps of things what go
weeks
And mi Gyal a Gimmi gyal real freak
Dem never wah support then dem wah support now
Keep yuh retweet
Alright stick Wull heap a pin
Cause right
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