| ——– |
| [Chorus] |
| Now when you climb |
| Into your bed tonight |
| And when you lock |
| And bolt the door |
| Just think of those |
| Out in the cold and dark |
| ‘Cause there’s not enough love to go round |
|
| Now when you climb [fade] |
| And when you lock [fade] |
| Just think of those |
| out in the cold and dark |
| ‘Cause there is not enough love to go round. |
|
| [Maxi Jazz] |
| I tell you, wake up |
| You people need a shake up |
| You take up so much time |
| Worrying, scurrying, |
| Here, there, |
| Losing your hair |
| No money to spare |
| No love to share |
| No wonder you appear under pressure from here |
| You look fresher |
| But all I got is dirt in my hair |
| My nightmares manifest, |
| But I can escape |
| Yours is in your chest |
| With no form or shape |
| The tape is running |
| I push the button to send |
| Upon each other we all depend |
| Message end |
|
| Whoever asks my name |
| Or where I came from |
| People fear contamination |
| If they chary too long |
| I carry a strong |
| Scent of despair |
| It’s in the air |
| I’m broken and hard to repair |
| I may mistaken be |
| But I patiently wait |
| On the path to humanity |
| I sit at the gates |
|
| [Chorus] |
| Now when you climb |
| Into your bed tonight |
| And when you lock |
| And bolt the door |
| Just think of those |
| Out in the cold and dark |
| ‘Cause there’s not enough love to go round |
|
| Now when you climb |
| Into your bed tonight |
| And when you lock |
| And bolt the door |
| Just think of those |
| Out in the cold and dark |
| ‘Cause there’s not enough love to go round |
|
| [Maxi Jazz] |
| Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Sold, |
| Down the river |
| My liver in bad condition |
| Like my skin |
| Rain falling, once again |
| I’m in my bed |
| Hurt the time in |
| I’m gonna struggle for air |
| There’s hair in my food |
| When I get it usually someone already half ate it |
| I try not to let it |
| Get me down |
| But my head’s starting to pound |
| People go round, and round and round |
|
| From one I get a cigarette |
| A little more love found |
| But the ground is still wet |
| My teeth are chattering |
| And there’s a spattering of seeds |
| Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet |
| When I sleep I’ll do my deep in the mainstream |
| But unaccountably my heart has grown |
| Small and mean |
| I hurry past |
| Retched people I pretend I haven’t seen |
| But there’s money in my pocket |
| And my clothes are clean |
|
| [Maxi Jazz 4x] |
| I said money in my pocket |
| But I just can’t give no love |
| Money in my pocket |
| But I just can’t give no love |
|
| [Chorus] |
| Now when you climb |
| Into your bed tonight |
| And when you lock |
| And bolt the door |
| Just think of those |
| Out in the cold and dark |
| ‘Cause there’s not enough love to go round |
| ‘Cause there’s not enough love to go round |
Kama Coma 