[Utterson] You have your work And nothing more ! You are possessed- What is your demon ? You've never been This way before- Where is the fire
Hey! Waking up to the sound of text messages And typing in my ear You just can't wait to check your e-mail I'll beg and beg, baby connect with me instead
You have turned me into something That I'm not meant to be You reprogrammed me And made me into the man That you want me to be Oh my God, I didn't know
Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Want you to work me, baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby, I will
At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
You say you're not going to fight Because no one will fight for you And you think there's not enough love And no one to give it to And you're sure you
We, Jah people, can make it work; Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go: working for the next
I go mental every time you leave for work You never seem to know when to stop I never know when you'll return I'm in love with a robot In the night call
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Now the cards I've drawn's a rough
I feel tears welling up from down deep inside Like my heart's got a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp And painful that I may never shake You might
Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin
Out of the bed at 6:15, in a rush and you can't think Gotta catch the bus and train, I'm in a rush and feelin' insane I can't take this crazy pace, I
Zip He, she wanna be A body and soul just don't agree There's an answer, gotta go For a Tijuana tuck 'n' roll He, she just got a zipper job A zipper
Eight Monday mornin? and I ?m in my bed as leep Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time to hit the st reet Oh, no, don?t you kn ock
You can see that you're being surrounded From every direction And love was just something you found To add to your collection It used to seem we were
Crave communication See me, this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation Do you feel him, the cold vibration? 'Cause a man everywhere produce a
Dancing on the speakers Are you peaking with tweakers Bigots and the breeders on the scene The night don't last forever So get your shit together Open