When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride 'Til I get to the bottom and see you again Yeah,
I'm in the same old mess again Another love has reached the end You never really gave a damn I thought you were a better man Oh no, you got me in a headlock
I asked my love to give me shelter And all she offered me were dreams Of all the moments spent together That move like never ending streams Run through
I traded fame for love Without a second thought It all became a silly game Some things cannot be bought I got exactly what I asked for Wanted it so badly
Never forget who you are, little star Never forget how to dream, butterfly God gave a present to me Made of flesh and bones My life, my soul You make
To have and not to hold So hot, yet so cold My heart is in your hand And yet you never stand Close enough for me to have my way To love but not to keep
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when
I came upon a child of God He was walkin' along the road And I asked him, I said "Where're you going?" This he told me He said I'm goin' down to Yasgur
Culture sucks down words Itemize loathing and feed yourself smiles Organize your safe tribal war Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto Each day living
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
Drinking water to stay thin Or is it to purify, I love you all the same But there's no, no real truce with my fury You don't have to believe me, I love
Do you mind if I tell the truth for a second, y'all (The truth) Hey, hey No, no, no, no, no Maybe I deserve to wonder who's callin' so damn late For
I can't stop drop and roll Fire been burning out of control And burning keep the hearts all yearning And the heads them keep on turning I dig in, I dig
Sit back and in these days Remember my ways Oh, will I get out of my cage? Yes, I am a slave Searching for some freedom Searching for some freedom So
I don't wanna be ignored, oh God When I'm a gun in a fist fight You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat Your blood drool attracts the flies I give
Now that I've worn out, I've worn out the world I'm on my knees in fascination looking through the night And the moons never seen me before But I'm reflecting
Some say it's rules and regulations And trying to always be right No room for mistakes in the choices we make For only the strong survive But it's not
Now is the season for healing Deeply we need to see God's mercy revealing Where we have fallen from His way For we know he gives hope to the humble Gives
