Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kicked off the front floor.
Mine? Something, inside.
I'll never ever follow.
SO give . . me . . some . . thing . . that . . is . . for . . real.
I'll never ever follow.
Get your boggie on . . .
Hate, something, someway, each day, dealing with no forgiveness.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give . . me . . noth . . ing . . just . . feel.
And now this shit will follow.
Chorus Version 1
God thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say . . .
God thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say . . .
Chorus Version 2
God breaks me, and now I've seen the lie, who wants to see?
God don't mind, I've already got the life, oh I say . . .
God breaks me, and now I've seen the lie, who wants to see?
God don't mind, I've already got the life, oh I say . . .
Chorus Version 3
God beats me, to never see the lie, who wants to see?
Goc don't mind, I've already got the life, oh I say . . .
God beats me, to never see the lie, who wants to see?
God don't mind, I've already got the life, oh I say . . .
Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something they took from me.
I don't feel your deathly ways.
Each day I feel so hollow, inside I was beating me,
You will never see, so come dance with me.
Dance with me
Rumbiddieboo
Rum bum dee dum dee bum diddie doo
LIE!
Cjorus
Got the life.
Got . . . the . . . life.