• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Shine Eye Gal - Black Uhuru
• Shine Eye Gal - Shabba Ranks
• Snake Oil - Lead Into Gold
• Shankhill - Entreat
• Snake Oil - Bunji Garlin

Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
I arise early looking some tea, rise early
Looking for the daughter but she noh on ya
I take a walk down the street
De gal deh pan corner weh push mouth lorna??
And her bed no spread
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
The next day she want I to take a route
Take her to the beach party
Feeling everything would be irie
Wrinkles on her face
Like the things Ive done she dont appreciate
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man
She wants wants have noh when she really really getty
Rastafari Know she cant take it
She said natty turn off your light
Give me dreadlock whe you give me first night
So I say
Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man

Call, The
Miscellaneous
Turn A Blind Eye
To the desperate young, turn a blind eye
To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye
To our inhumanity
To our death dealing vanity
To the methods of persuasion, turn a blind eye
To the masters of evasion, turn
To the science of control, turn a blind eye
To a world in chains, turn
To the sellers of illusion, turn a blind eye
To masters of confusion, turn a blind eye
To a hollow culture
To the circling vulture
To lovers of power, turn a blind eye
To the resurrection
To a world in chains, turn
I don't want to get involved
It's not my problem
I'll just ignore it
I don't want to feel this
To the starving children, turn a blind eye
To your own redemption, turn
To the horror of extinction

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Covered in mud for glory
Belies our sense of fun
Children grasp love of money
Lure of TV shock of a gun
Slather the faint with ointment
With lore and history
Cover the Earth with money
With blood and praise for thee
Covered in blood, in glory
Different in fact in deed
Employ an aged story
A simple life, just and free
Slather the faint with ointment
With lore and history
Cover the Earth with money

Flags bind up on the lights
Along the streets dumb witnesses of stories about human
lives, about
The history that never dies
They can tell us about pride, struggle and fight
They carry the pain, hate of people who don't want to
understand
Pray for peace wishing blood
Cry for your beloved killing people you don't care
about
It's the game of gods
Both searching for something, a meaning, a cause
So who has right?
It doesn't matter!
The flags make them proud
Give them something in their meaningless lives
That counts in the game of gods
It's the game of gods
In the name of gods
It's the game of gods, where man is the loser anyway
Freedom, beliefs! you fight for, to other you deny
Colours and lines are more important then their own
human lives
It's the game of gods
In the name of gods
In this so called game of gods
They sit on a balcony and watch this tragic-comic play
It's a play for gods
In this play for gods

[intro] geez an' ages (ah), look at dis (huh) gyrations (geez), ossilations, geez an' ages, ha ha, bllllt
[verse one] gyal yuh in charge like a great sarge ah want tuh wine on you but I 'fraid ah go discharge ah want tuh dodge you, but ah have tuh watch you cuz ah doh' tink dat ah have enuff skill tuh crush you cuz de way yuh wine up in de dance man does 'fraid you you've got de baddest wine a man 'fraid tuh grade you ah feel is in a tub a snake oil dey bathe you and dats why bunji garlin will look an' say
[chorus] you see yuh hot gyal face, wit yuh rude gyal waist wit dat bad gyal pace, gyal yuh dread like mase an' ah feel you might catch a winin' case cuz man wine on you, dey end up in back brace caw you is a snake oil, a snake oil, a snake oil gyal you is a snake oil, a snake oil, a snake oil gyal x 3
[verse two] yuh circular hip momentum tearin' out juss like tractor man want tuh wine on you but now dey runnin' by chiropractor
dey fallin' down on de ground, people dyin' wit laughter de way yuh winin' woman ah want tuh get yuh autograph after de way how you maneuver like a certified tuner gyal ah keep getting' ruder, wishin dat you was nuder I know I doh concern it, but I love how you turn it And I juss want tuh burn it dats what I say
[chorus]
[bridge] hey, woman I love how wit ah roll, de way yuh keep under control it's like yuh strike ah pot ah gold, dey got it cold, yuh have it cold de way yuh bumper roll, woman yuh have under control, it's like yuh strike ah pot ah gold, hear dis na man all my ladies, all you babies, yuh ain't got no hiv, no aids, no rabies or scabies it ain't no if, no but, no maybes, but dis is de time ah want all de ladies jump now x 3, jump, x 6 faster x 3, jump x 8 caw we jookin', an' we jookin' x 3, an' we
[verse three] de way yuh turn dat, I don't concern dat but de crowd surround you like dey well want to learn dat watch you wit' yuh clean back, yuh juss make me lean back and watch how yuh cock back, now ah have tuh rock back ah wonder what oil yuh usin' gyal what's de potion cuz yuh movin' graceful like a dolphin in de ocean ah wonder where yuh get dis winin' devotion ah want tuh come an' wine up, dats what I say
[chorus]