Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson You and I were meant to be Even though you don't know me I don't even know your name And do you think that
In a wonderland inside garbage heap The perfect life form means a shit The sun goes down with our tomorrow I don't remember my mission, my roots. We
We refuse to be What you wanted us to be; We are what we are: That's the way (way) it's going to be. You don't know! You can't educate I For no equal
Ziya-po ya-ya, pa-pa-ya-pa! Ti-da-lee, na po-po pu-du-loo! Ste-na-peh na-na po po-ro po! Africa unite: 'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon, And
(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!) See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!), But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!),; So they
Oo-oo-ooh, yea-ah. Wo-yoy! Wo-yoy! Wo-yoy! Wo-yoy-yoy-yoy! Feel it in the one drop; And we'll still find time to rap; We're makin' the one stop, The
Rub, rub, rubby-doo-day; Rum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest
So much trouble in the world; So much trouble in the world. Bless my eyes this morning; Jah sun is on the rise once again. The way earthly thin's are
They don't want to see us unite: All they want us to do is keep on fussing and fighting. They don't want to see us live together: All they want us to
One, two, three, four! Wake up and live, y'all, Wake up and live! Wake up and live now! Wake up and live! Life is one big road with lots of signs,
Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny, And in this judgement there is no partiality. So arm in arms, with arms, we'll fight this little struggle
(Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow! Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow!) Yeah, yeah, yeah! How can you be sitting there Telling me that you care - That you care? When every time I look around
Everything is broken Chaos in my mind Booze is a bitch And my passion for life is dangerous I have a feeling That I do everything the other way round
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I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad That the dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had Where there's fire I'll carry gasoline
[Time:] April 16th 2006, [AwareNess:] Calm died [AwareNess:] Chris went crazy [Time:] Awareness was along for the ride [AwareNess:] Time was behind the
Oh there they go again They're seconds running for the cliff They'll fall for a minute Then splatter to an hour And decompose for a day The bones'll
[Extra Kool:] Wasters anti nice And that's enough to make the heads swirl And all of this coming from the man that bagged moth balls Have another milk