Why should I write another song? Why should I write another song? No more love songs in the air No more love songs in my heart I live on one side but
em in style that we write 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs 'Cause brother
the "subconscious" cd) [recorded live at the limelight, ny, march 4, 1993, with james labrie on ] [vocals. this is the version of this song from the
home Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There
a drop down And all the ladies just dey hala say Them no know say wahala dey If you no sodji, take am easy, make you no dey fall This na the song for
all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure
move the sky They will give you light It will lift you long [it will live you long.] To the eyes of child To the song of songs It will bring the moon
pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure
You can't hide the truth with a happy song And since you knew where you stood all along Just look up your rainy day man Now simple pleasures they all
another man dove One hug is another man's shove One man's rock is another man's sand One man's fist is another man's hand Ah, one man's tool is another
mind I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure It's just another day in the hood for me and my niggaz
your mind I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure It's just another day in the hood for me and
it for the money. And they say she didn't do it for a man. They say she did it for the pleasure. The pleasure of the moment. Pavanne, Cold steel woman
your mind I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure It's just another day in the hood for me and my
Every day is another rain A dance between pleasure and pain And every night is another death A disturbing dream of hate and regret Shadows are dancing
