Sleep When You're Dead (feat. Trav, Mel Matrix & Shoota) - Jim Jones

Seven days of Saturday Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace Don't need no Mondays Or the rest of the week I spend a lot of time in bed But baby, I don't like to sleep, no I won't lie to you I'm never gonna cry to you I'll probably drive you wild eight days a week Until I'm six feet under Baby, I don't need a bed Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead 'Til they roll me over And lay my bones to rest Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead So you're looking for some action I got got everything you need Better keep your motor running 'Cause I was built for speed This ain't no slumber party Got no time for catching z's If they say that that ain't healthy Well then living's a disease We're never going to die, baby Come on let me drive you crazy We'll make every night another New Year's Eve 'Til I'm six feet under I won't need a bed Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead 'Til they roll me over And lay my bones to rest Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead Seven days of Saturday Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace I was born to live You know I wasn't born to die But if they party down in Heaven I'll be sure to be on time Until I'm six feet under I don't need a bed Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead 'Til they roll me over And lay my bones to rest Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead I feel like I'm exploding Going out of my head Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead 'Til I'm six feet under And they lay my bones to rest Gonna live while I'm alive I'll sleep when I'm dead Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead Gonna live while I'm alive, sleep when I'm dead

(Note from Zevonfan1--I greatly prefer the alternate reading of "And I DON'T intend to use it on myself") So much to do, there's plenty on the farm I'll sleep when I'm dead Saturday night I like to raise a little harm I'll sleep when I'm dead I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin I'll sleep when I'm dead Straight from the bottle, twisted again I'll sleep when I'm dead Well, I take this medicine as prescribed I'll sleep when I'm dead It don't matter if I get a little tired I'll sleep when I'm dead I've got a .38 special up on the shelf I'll sleep when I'm dead If I start acting stupid I'll shoot myself I'll sleep when I'm dead So much to do, there's plenty on the farm I'll sleep when I'm dead Saturday night I like to raise a little harm I'll sleep when I'm dead

(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.)

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