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I ve been driving, a mid sized car,
I never hurt anyone
Is that a fact?
The price of gas keeps on rising
Nothing comes for free
Make like a stone, make like a plant
I can tell you, how this ends

We re going to win this

With spades and truncheons, guns and trowels
That is how the war will be won
Just swat the fly
Taking care of cars and bodies
Nothing ever comes for me
The ghosts are here, red white and blue
I can tell you how this ends

We re going to win this

Caught in the gridlock nose to tail across all lanes
Smog nearly chocking me as the car horns go insane
Patiently waiting to get their old jobs backs
Carrying the human race proudly on their backs

How easily forgotten,
How easily we re led
How hard the path is trodden...

(Vowles, Del naja, Marshall, Hinds, Hilliard, Garson)

Horace Andy

Yeah yeah yeah ah
You see a man s face
But you don t see his heart
You see a man s face
But you will never know his thoughts

Everywhere you go
There s a man to say love
Never neither never neither
Take it to heart

For your heart is...

When the Jazzman s testifying, a faithless man believes, he can sing you
into paradise or bring you to your knees.
It s a gospel kind-a feeling, a touch of Georgia slide, a song of pure
revival and a style that sanctified.
Jazzman, take my blues...

Look away from the sea
I can take you anywhere
Spend a vision with me
A chase with the wind

Move closer to me
I can make you anyone
I think you re ready to see
The gates of Babylon

Jak Feniks z popiołów

To nie ptak, nie samolot i nie arka przymierza
Tak jak piorun w moje studio, tak ja w eter uderzam.
(Liroy) z mikrofonem w dłoni
Ja się nie ścigam, więc nikt mnie nie dogoni.
Taka ma zajawka, taki jestem jaaa
Ponoć każdy to wie, ponoć każdy mnie zna (hahaha).
Tak ... ponoć każdy mnie zna ...
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