It's five o'clock in the morning, the city seems so empty As I wander in the streets alone It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is awaking I don
Body, wanna feel my body, body, baby, such a thrill, my body Body, wanna touch my body, body, baby, it's too much, my body Body, check it out, my body
time i'm in control right now i own the streets i got the keys to the city thats cos i got down some times i wonder how i made it this far with all you people
you learn to fly Play in sports and skin dive Study oceanography Sign up for the big band Or sit in the grandstand When your team and others meet In
Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need
(Together) We will go our way (Together) We will leave someday (Together) Your hand in my hand (Together) We will make the plans (Together) We will fly
world envied. We followed ancient Celtic customs, United we were never conquered, State and people spoke one language And we ruled ourselves in concord. With the Celts in other
of a cup of tea You?d get a seven inches Soul black vinyl to stop your tears You can use my stereo You might be the village joke but Don?t listen to the gossip of the other
your tools for a holiday If you?re going off to war then I wish you well But don?t be sore If I cheer the other team Killing people?s not my scene I prefer
once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen. It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about. A lot of people don't have
time. There's enough people sayin', "Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame?" Standing around. Good people, oh yeah! They all regard themselves as good people
Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you-ooo-
the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo Economics" by George "Papa Doc" Bush. Music by the "Village People
ribbons, The truce is black and burned, Shellshock in the kitchen, Tables overturned. CHORUS Back in the village again, In the village. I'm back in the village
dig it? Why Emcee? Hey, I do it for my village- The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat; is the Beatles Go together like Lennon and the people In some fresh
I, even I will help the I Rastafari paradise Sizzla You see Black people feel the vibes, that's them business The pharicies and scribes come within the villages
style of my people, you fail to recognise Do you know what it takes fi ghetto people survive Did you ever walk through August Town at all fi hear the comments of the people
couldn't believe what they saw I said it was you that had killed him And that I'd find you and upstand the law The people of the village believed me
