Full of Regret - Danko Jones

I know my days are numbered I've been in and out of phase But these days keep passing me by Good never comes my way Try to sit back and relax Try and think of something good Something else Something pure I can't but know I should Things I should have said Things that I regret And I regret No more waiting for something better to come along It's much easier to change me than it is to change them all Things I should have said and things that I regret Need to shed all my skin and start again Every turn I make is wrong I haven't smiled in so long Shed my skin and start again The memories that I once had of the good time We all used to have Shed my skin and start again

Everyone knows the price of regret Things in life we never forget Haunted by what we've done wrong Yearning for the pain to be gone Some hide in a bottle and some die in vain Some wave a Bible and some just go insane Lay down your judgement or lay down your shame We're all God's children and we all breathe the same You're black and I'm white You're blinded by sight Close your eyes and tell me the color of my skin If we let today just pass away Without kindness and forgiveness, there's no light Everyone's broken, oh, everyone's scarred All the things we needed wind up in the yard Brothers and sisters, I mean you no harm Healing's waiting in each other's arms You're black and I'm white You're blinded by sight Close your eyes and tell me the color of my skin If we let today just pass away Without kindness and forgiveness, there's no light Everyone knows the price of regret Things in life we never forget

Coyote, oh coyote Can you tell me why Everytime the big moon shines You sit right down and cry He says 'it's not because I'm sad That I sing all night long I'm looking for someone to love And this is my love song' Oooooooooooooo Oh I go crazy when that Moooooooooooon shines above Oooooooooooooo Won't someone save me From that full moon full of love Baby, oh sweet baby Can you explain this Everytime the big moon shines I finally get a kiss You said it's just the moonbeams That make you do these things Well, I think that I'll just sit right here And let that coyote sing OOOOOOOooooooooo Oh I go crazy when that Mooooooooooooon shines above Ooooooooooooo Won't someone save me From that full moon full of love

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)