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Religions all around the world
Every man, every woman
Every want to be martyr
We have to learn, to learn
The way we need to live together

If the planet earth stopped revolving
Would religion really matter anymore?
And if Jerusalem began dissolving
You’d see the man from Salt Lake City
At your door

I believe
I believe
That there ‘s so much more
Than we can see
I believe
I believe
That there’s more to life
There s more to life than this

Should I call you Jesus?
Or should I call you Buddha
Don’t you know Jehovah
He read the kabbala
Should I talk to Allah?
Does it really matter?
God is god
By any god given name

If the Vatican built all the temples
Would confession drive the innocent insane?
And if charity organized religion
would there be wealth enough
To chant away the day

I believe
I believe
That there s more to life
There s more to life than this

Should I call you Jesus?
Or should I call you Buddha
Don’t you know Jehovah?
He read the kabbala
Should I talk to Allah?
Does it really matter?
God is god
By any god given name

Some people, some people
Say he won t answer
I say that the question should change

(Solo)

Our father who art in heaven
Ancient omnipresent
Hallowed be thy name
Legendary reincarnation
Chameleon of faith
Untruth Man made
Our father who art in heaven
If I get your name wrong
Will you turn me away?

Should I call you Jesus?
Or should I call you Buddha
Don’t you know Jehovah?
He read the kabbala
Should I talk to Allah?
Does it really matter?
God is god
By any god given name
Religion isn t hate
Religion isn t war
Genocide, brutal or cruel

It doesn t kill
Discriminate
It isn t vicious
And it doesn t violate

It isn t massacre
Bloodshed
Conflict or slaughter

Barbaric terror
Barbaric torture
Tyranny
Dictatorship
Or fear

Religions all around the world
Every man, every woman
Every want to be martyr
We have to learn, to learn
The way we need to live together

I ask only one question
Should I call you Jesus?
Does it really matter?

Come over here and have a beer!

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Dreaming
But I m not sleeping
Or have I died
Died of life

Swimming
As I m sinking
I m holding onto
Letting go, Yeah

Oh, how does it feel
Making love to me like you do

Tell me
Who would you be
Would you be me
The woman in me
Would you like to be
Under my skin
I ll let you in
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I want
I wanna know
What you re feeling
I wanna crawl under your skin
I wanna know how you feel in me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Naked
Oh I like you naked
And when I fake it
You like me more

Exploring
The taste I m touching
You re watching
I m watching you, Yeah

Tell me
Who would you be
Would you be me
The woman in me
Would you like to be
Under my skin
I ll let you in
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I want
I wanna know
Would you feel it
I wanna crawl under your skin
I wanna know how you feel in me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

So how would it feel
Making love to me if I were you

ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Making love to me like you do

Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Would you like to be me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tell me
Who would you be
Would you be me
The woman in me
Would you like to be
Under my skin
I ll let you in
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I want
I wanna know
Would you feel it
I wanna crawl under your skin
I wanna know how you feel in me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Would you like to be me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Tell me
Who would you be
Would you be me
The woman in me
Would you like to be
Under my skin
I ll let you in
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I want
I wanna know
Would you feel it
I wanna crawl under your skin
I wanna know how you feel in me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

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Sitting around in my imagination
Using someone else s logic,
For loose change
Where the speed of light isn t fast enough
And hurry up means grow up and get another life
lf you please

You wear a suit
I wear a smile
You yellow taxi the four-minute mile
I?ll be your driver if you ll be my ride
Your financial adviser
Me and my hitchhikers guide

Wrote a letter to the future
Asking for directions
It came back to me, return to sender
There I go
Am I here yet?
Am I here yet?
Am I?

My emotional bends are doing somersaults
My head is where my feet should be,
On the ground
So I choose the path of most resistance,
Had to be different
Made my mark but then I crossed the lines
You read between

Pardon you, excuse me
You left you manners at the pleasant trees
Blind ambition is so hard to please
Look at me I?ve been told
I m exceptionally ordinary

Wrote a letter to the future
Asking for directions
It came back to me, return to sender
There I go
Am I here yet?

Straight ahead isn t always forward
Change direction, no body s looking.
Draw a magic circle
Stand in the middle
Touch the sides
They re never ending...
They re never ending...

Wrote a letter to the future
Asking for directions
It came back to me, return to sender
There I go
Am I here yet?

Don t wanna be rich.
Don t wanna be poor
Don t want to be a bitch
I m not asking for more

You d settle for less
I m happy like this
Don t you wanna get a life?

Don t wanna be a victim of fashion
A plastic sensation
A, hippie chick coke fiend
Higher than an astronaut,
Lower than a politician
Leave your name and number in the bin

Don t wanna be rich.
Don t wanna be poor
Don t want to be a bitch
I m not asking for more

You d settle for less
I m happy like this
Don t you wanna get a life?

Don t wanna be a victim of fashion
A plastic sensation
A, hippie chick coke fiend
Higher than an astronaut,
Lower than a politician
Leave your name and number in the bin

There was a time when there was nothing at all
Nothing at all, just a distant hum
There was a being and he lived on his own
He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do
He drew up the plans, learnt to work...

[Cappadonna]
Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
Word up, it s a beautiful day
Bout to go poli right now that s my WORD
Aiyyo

Aiyyo call me a cab it s the Razor Sharp kid
Dipped everyday my style is po-lit...

Zehn kleine Flaschen Bier, die kaufte ich mir ein, doch als ich aus dem Laden kam, da war n es nur noch neun.

Neun kleine Flaschen Bier und ich hab mir gedacht: auf einem Bein, da steht man schlecht. Schwups, da warn s noch acht.

Acht kleine Flaschen Bier, wo...

Mase: Yo Cardan come here, lemme school you to some shit
Cardan: Yo what up dud
Mase: Remember that girl you said was nineteen somethin
Cardan: Yeah I remember that shorty
Mase: She was not nineteen
Cardan: Word! Yes she is she nineteen
Mase:...

Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
and the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
in the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,
and in dreaming I would while away the hours.

Long, long gone yesterday,
and the...