Stephen is a silhouette of what he used to be He was like the heroes on the movie screen Then something happened when he lost his family A little bit of him died Now he's just one man in a king-sized bed Sold the minivan for a new corvette He keeps seeing people in the corner of his eye What do you want from me? Why are you taunting me? Is it God or the devil that is haunting me? Why's it so hard to tell If you wish me well? Or are harvesting my soul to drag me down to hell? I'm indifferent I like me better when I don't listen Sara's partner lived life full throttle Sara's partner had a problem with a bottle But on the weekend he would lead a congregation And Sara didn't want to ruin all of their faith So she kept the facade up, slept with a monster He'll repent in the process, she'd tell he was honest She'd run to the mall and go spend all their dollars She'd empty their coffers, not a penny for vodka Shadow at the shops followed her home A fleeting feeling that the pharisee had no hope 'Cause manipulative men don't relinquish control When they have a band of loyal followers by their throat But Sara felt she was called by God to save him The only person who had half the heart to change him While they provided tithes for his lies She would cry up on high in the night What do you want from me? Why are you taunting me? Is it God or the devil that is haunting me? Why's it so hard to tell If you wish me well? Or are harvesting my soul to drag me down to hell? I'm indifferent I like me better when I don't listen What are these things you say? Is it a test of faith Or am I confusing grandiosity with grace? Am I delusional To want to change the world? What's the point if it's eroding all of my self-worth? I'm indifferent I like me better when I don't listen

Old sun rising in these eyes and I can clearly see the cave which lies in Our avoiding and embroidering Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in Which we toil in, it's just soil and Pretty clear it all comes boiling Down to "Moon" and "Snake" and "Mother" Down to walls of "Me" and "Other" La la la la la la la I will hold my hand up high La la la la la la la Leave its print upon the sky Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High Old man rising, mesmerised in How he tried and failed a thousand times in Finding tune in this consuming Nebulous bouquet of being human None immune and all are Jungian Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion "Cave" and "Womb" and "Prey" and "Brother" Membranes grooming "Me" and "Other" La la la la la la la I will hold my hand up high La la la la la la la Leave its print upon indifferent skies Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High I stand alone before an ocean calling me back home I stand alone before an ocean calling me back 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.)