bad taste in my soul
Where is the witchdoctor
Who drags me from this fear
What will I tell him so I make myself clear
I've got this bad taste in my mouth
And in my soul
I try to taste it,
Just to know what's going on

Some kind of tribulation
Strangles my mind
It makes me wonder
Do I have much more time
Manic depressions
Or just having too much time
With my mind

I keep on scratching
But the itching won't go
My legs turn red but I will have to go on
And when I come home
I find you shining like the sun
I rest my whery head
But you wanna have fun

(kingston wall - with my mind)

in Gedenken an Saddam Hussein
Oh man, it's blood outside
The king has died
And the people are cryin'
Yeah, the people are mad

Burn Baby

The Memphis blues
Was on the news
And the cities are burnin'
And your town is a flame

Burn! Burn Baby Burn!
Burn! Burn Baby Burn!

Burn Motherfucker!
Burn Motherfucker!
Burn Motherfucker!
Burn Motherfucker!
Burn Motherfucker!

(Mother Tongue - Burn Baby)