Maybe Faith has lost her faith again She'd been betting on the race again Will not see her on her way around Gonna pack that all up and fool around Then I'm gonna take it up, baby, or leave it I'm coming home again I've been there and I've been back again Gonna dull it with lorazepam Kinda had it with philosophy 'Cause I'm thinking I am, but I'm failing to be Let it fall, take it quiet, backslide And be gone again Mary, Mary got a four-leaf flower Said her mind is like a Babel Tower Said she timed it to a factor three This life is scaring the life out of me Gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again Said she read it on a railroad sign Said we're drinking 'til the well runs dry Said she had it written out in the stars Said the whole of her life was a mess and a scar Gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again Mary, Mary got a four-leaf flower Said her mind is like a Babel Tower Said she timed it to a factor three But you don't need to know what you don't even see Gotta take it up, baby, or leave it I'm coming home again Afraid Faith has lost her faith again She'd been betting on the race again Said her world is spinning 'round and 'round But you can't make it up there for falling down And I'm gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again Happiness is not a guarantee 'Cause all your problems looking good to me Got a dried-up bed of sympathy And you cannot be bound, if you cannot be free And I'm gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again Gonna count down ten and I'm out Gonna count down ten and I'm out Gonna bend that wire and twist and shout Gonna holler 'til they let me out Gonna take it all, baby, or leave it 'Cause I'm coming home again Hosanna, head on high I'm gonna sing it 'til the day I die Ain't gonna wait around and sympathise Gonna push on the gas 'til the gas runs dry And I'm gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again Mary dances on a hurricane Said the boys in here are all the same Will not see her on her way around 'Cause she'd rather be preaching with fools around And I'm gonna lay it all out 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home again I'm coming home

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.)