(Chorus). We run dis (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)4x. U ain't fuckin' wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch). U ain't fuckin' wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)3x.
In the summer all the hikers. Hike out for the highest peaks. All the children watch the cricket. And they never wash for weeks. In the suburbs young protesters write.
I'll make another movie. The same one as the year before. Take a tired idea. Put it in the hands of Hollywood. I need to talk to someone. I've been living someone else's life.
Joseph was travelling with a heavy load. His dreams were broken and deep sorrow flowed from his brow. . Closer to sundown he prepared to rest. Set down the burden,.