Pack Your Bags, We're Going On A

You Get Religion As Your Hair Turns Grey.

I Know A Girl Made Of Memories And Phrases, Lives Her Whole Life In Chapters And Phases.

Live A Lie, And You Will Live To Regret It; That's What Livin' Is To Me.

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

Is It Ignorance Or Apathy, I Forget The Lessons Taught To Me.