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D.L.T.B.G.Y.D.

D.L.T.B.G.Y.D.
Each day I wake up in this gray old town
Each day the system tries to beat me down
With a minimum wage in the factory
I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century
and the whole damn world is ganging up
to bring me to my knees

And now the neighbors make it loud and clear
They want to no ravers moving in around here
'cause I won't play ball, won't do as I'm told
I'd rather be a square peg in a round hole.

Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't let them grind you down

I'm living in a world where I don't really fit
Everyday running down the same old street
I'm gonna get my gun, gonna get prepared
I'm no impressed and I don't really care

Bye Bye Baby
Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye
You can't keep me no matter how hard you try
Bye Bye Baby, Baby Bye Bye

You always claimed to be a winner
You said you'd take that golden crown
But you turned out to be a sinner
And all that fancy talk has fallen down

You said you made the wrong decision
Complaining 'bout the deals gone bad
You put yourself in that position
Forgot about the good times that you had

I'm Running Right Through The World
Show me the land of the midnight sun
That's one place I still haven't gone
But you won't get far
If you stay where you are

Baby can you hear me can you understand
I know this planet like the back of my hand
There's no time to waste
To find that secret place

I'm buying a ticket on that mystery train
Heading down that lonesome track
If I had to do it I would do it again
There ain't no turning back

I'm running right through the world

I always said I would explain in a letter

I changed my mind 'cos I thought it was better
If we left out the part where the teardrops start
Long distance loving on a mobile phone
No squeezing blood from this rolling stone
What's there left to say
when the wheels have rolled away?

Too many wrongs don't make a right as everybody knows
Sometimes there's cryin' in the middle of the night
But that's just the way it goes

Everything You Said Has Been A Lie
You said that you would tell me why
You said that there was no other guy
But wait a minute, let's not pretend
I'm not your puppet, and you're not my friend
Everything you said has been a lie

What is all this drama that I hear?
Is it me or just the time of year
Why am I feeling like Alladin's genie
Trapped in a bottle where no one can see me
Tell the time and I will disappear

I turn around and there's something wrong
Somebody tell me what's been going on
This an't easy, this ain't fun
There's no pleasing everyone

You say you want to end it clean
But if this ain't dirty, don't know what is
What you say in your own defense
Makes no difference. Don't make much sense
Everything you say has been a lie

Bye Bye Baby
Instrumental

Bye Bye Baby
Instrumental

Devil and a .45
I kept a memory back from my early years
a bout out to Cyprus with the Scottish Fustliers
I was two years old. I was barely alive
Already cruising 'bout with the Devil and a .45

I hear you've been staying over this side of town
Talking it up, walking your mouth around
But it's really no ok that you do like you do
The Devil's .45 is gonna wait for you

You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beatdown

Are you riding shotgun on the stage of broken dreams?
Ain't it funny how the ego can take you to extremes
and with the cards you hold I'm really not surprised
Choose between the Devil and a .45

Keep your false pretenses, keep your fancy clothes
Keep your airs and graces since I won't be needing those
Since I was two years old I was learning to survive
Keep on the right side of a .45

Fire in my Soul
Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul
See when you see me
Misey wi moving on
traveling faster than the speed of light
You can not touch wi'yu can not control
Fire in my heart it's burning out of control

Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul
See people dancing all around
Everyone skanking and den havin' a real good time
Music flowing straight to their brains
Music hit dem they feel no pain

Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul
In a mi heart mi mind mi body and soul
Fire it burning out of control
Some a dem a baal dem cry two fold
I stand strong mi sey roots and cold
In a di ghetto weh mi liv and survive
Mi roots and culture keep mi alive
Righteousnes wi ha ti teach di ghetto youths
Come ghetto people jump sing
Fire Fire in my soul
Fire Fire in my soul

Daddy Cry
A small boy waits in the darkening room
Peering out into the gathering gloom
Nose pressed up against the pane
Starting out at the driving rain
He's five years old, his father's gone
Has he been bad? Done something wrong?
He doesn't like it on his own
When is his daddy coming home?

When will my daddy come back to see me
He's sailing out on the Seven Seas
The whole world is his port of call
A box of postcards says it all
Out on the radio I could be wrong
I thought they played his favorite song
It said hold on son it won't be long
I don't know where that's coming from

And who will tuck me in tonight
Rub your head turn out the light
If you listen to the wind outside
You might hear your daddy cry
Hear your daddy cry

Weekend in LA
Well I want to go to Rio
Spend a week in Paris, France
Slide off down to Haiti
and do some limbo dance
But I'm doing time in the city
I just don't understand
I should be lying on some beach
writing love letters in the sand

Weekend in LA
Weekend in LA
Weekend in LA

So I dreamed a Greek vacation
and a holidy in Red Square
I ran straight to Soweto
as they could pull out all my
A camel ride in Egypt
a trek across the sand
I could be lying on some freak
and do some limbo dance

Weekend in LA (x4)

So I thought about a ticked
for a game of cricket
om a place called Pakistan
and sheik Ali would give me the key
to crib on his divan
We'd me up with the Mexicans
and sign it over booze
And Ruby says
"this ain't no Port au Prince"
Have you heard the news?

Weekend in LA (x4)

So what's up with Tanzania
or may be Tenerife
I've got to catch a breather
before I kick out someone's teeth
And you say you'll check me later
but I don't see quite how
How will you check me later
if you don't need me no more?

Weekend in LA (x4)

Woyay
Get on down. get on down
Get on down. get on down
Get on down. get on down
Get on down. get on down

Mi sey woi yai yai yoi yai yai
Yu neva head ma baby when ma baby dida cry
Woi yai yoi yai yoi yai yai
Yu neva head ma baby watch mi hear mi
Put dem ina office tink dem did a try
Everything dem sey was a big bag a lie
Climbing up di ladder with political fame
Helping poor people dem naa bear di name

Get on down. get on down (x4)

Who fi listen who fi hear mek dem hear
Wid da whole wide world dis ya message mi share
Some wi tek it personal. Ruby don't care
Good ganga weed ma fi bun
Running up di eagle and the bear
Facing dem devil wi have no fear
Almighty fater guide I there

Get on down. get on down (x4)

I feel di earth tumbling at my feet
Moving and I'm dancing to a rebellious beat
Hot blooded people could a never be tamed
Wi a freedom fighter in a wi vain dat ordained

All we dem do trying to inflict pain
Wi do yah standing strong dem doing dat in vain
So tek the strain from off a yu brain
And mek wi travel on righteous pain

Get on down. get on down (x4)

Today's A Good Day
My life is more that what men make of it. I've always said
Don't put your trust in the wrong person, or you'll wind up dead
If you need to find another way to ease your mind
Be true to yourself and in time everything will be fine

Today's a good day to live up to my reputation
Today's a good day to free us up and ska the nation
And no matter what you say the groove will continue to play
Play until the day we are repaid

Here I sit thinking about the road that we have traveled
And every other man still hopes that we become unraveled
I do not claim to know the answer to every single question
All that I can really say is we are on a worldy mission

Underground Town
There is a famil the're selling shoes
Skinny white kid playin' the blues
Crazy lady cursin' the air
Tired suits just sit and stare

There's a body there on the floor
Bunch of kids keep holding the door
Nervous nun clutches a bag
Shakes her head at the man in drag

In the Underground Town
ridin' on the subway
in New York City
Undeground Town
It's where I want to be

Step inside and watch your feet
Catch the "F" on Bleecker Street
Every language known on earth
You will get your money's worth

Rude, Rude Baby
Let me tell a story
About this girl of mine
Don't ever make her angry
or she'll kick your behind

Cause she's a rude Rude Baby
Cause she's a rude Rude Baby
Cause she's a rude Rude Baby
She's just too rude for me

I don't mind you drinking
But something you gotta fix
The alcohol and attitude
the just don't mix

Cause she's a rude Rude Baby

I like the haircut
And the Rude Girl way you dress
But when you get into a fight
you come home a mess

Cause she's a rude Rude Baby

She wears tattoos
all over her frame
She bites like Mike Tyson
but I love her just the same

Cause she's a rude Rude Baby

Rhythm and Pain
Instrumental

Spooky Graveyard
Doesn't matter who you are
Doesn't matter who you want to be
Cos it all ends down the yard

You can't take it when you're gone
Money is dead man's misery
Better that you pass it on
You can't take it pas the wall of sleep