I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. When the moon peeks over the mountains I'll be on my way. I'm gonna roam this old highway Until the break of day. Oh give me one, one more kiss mama Just before I go I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. So long, so long baby You know I must say good bye I'm gonna roam this old highway Until the day I'll die.

In a while, I'll be wishin' I had more time To plan your escape, to lift that sadness away If a smile would pull you back from the other side I'd pinch both my cheeks and tear them off of my face Bucket of oil makes it slippery Makes you hard to chase Bucket of water washes everythin' Muddy evil pain When the time comes Can I be the one to inspire? Make sure we're only drinkin' the spiked punch And tippin' out the lemonade No, that's not love To play like it's all part of the fun and games Pretend like you were walkin' in front of me Then kick the ladder away Bucket of oil makes it slippery Makes you hard to chase Bucket of water washes everythin' Muddy evil pain Muddy evil Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain When the road splits And you feel like you don't want any part of this Paint cracks to show where the colour is Give me another day Mmm, bucket of oil makes it slippery Makes you hard to chase Bucket of water washes everythin' Muddy evil pain That muddy evil Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain Don't hold back Don't be only livin' like a heart attack Wash that muddy evil 'til the water runs black Watch you be defeated, I won't stand for that Stand for that Don't hold back Don't be only livin' like a heart attack Wash that muddy evil 'til the water runs black Watch you be defeated, I won't stand for that Stand for that Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain Oh-oh, oh-oh Bucket of water Muddy evil pain Ah, don't hold back Don't be only livin' like a heart attack Wash that muddy evil 'til the water runs black Watch you be defeated, I won't stand for that Stand for that Don't hold back Don't be only livin' like a heart attack Wash that muddy evil 'til the water runs black Watch you be defeated, I won't stand for that Stand for that

Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm I'm devil in human form Yea (yea) that bitch likes to suck my blood Let this whole world break and flood What's the point to be all quiet? Let the table turn, is a riot Is a blasphemous shit inside You can run, but you can't hide (you can't hide) My blood will suffice your pride Let the upside world decide Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything (I'll give you everything) My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form Yea, lil' snitch gets carried away These kids, kids, kids, get paid Visionary, I'm so damn wild I'm a motherfucker, oh, so child This bitch likes to suck my blood I don't care my shoes in the mud Each step turns me antagonist Black cloud with fire in lungs Oh (oh) you like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form I'll come back, back around I'll be that, oh, so child Is a nightmare what I like? I'll be that, oh, so child

Nos mirages et l'étale en cadeau, six pétales, on le sait Les départs, les motels, les pornos, six pétales, on le fait Son regard et les bleus sous sa peau, sans remède, on le sait Les balafres, les urgences, les couteaux, six pétales, on le fait La violence, puis l'étal en cadeau, six pétales et sa peau Est-ce qu'au moins quand elle calme mes sursauts Est-ce qu'au moins elle le sait?

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.)