Stolen from an african land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night

And it goes..
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
The king Ad-Roc i would get stupid dumb
If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do, I'd point that shit straight up at the
sky
and shot heaven down to you
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night
I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rythme
I want to start some static, but I can't afford
Just hit the ground as I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with
disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime
You get funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin
Stolen from an african land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw my best friend tonite so don't push me too far
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
get hit get hip you knuckle heads
Racism is scism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the moutain, It hard to climb
I hear the rythme and it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got criket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh hey
tell them regaee music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down
in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playin playin
People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Teakin every weekend we just can't take it
Whoaa, we don't want plastic.