Waiting for Dub-The Aggrovators

E-Mail In Waiting - Jackie Mittoo I hate music - what is it worth? Can't bring anyone back to this earth Or fill in the space between all of the notes But I got nothing else so I guess here we go Crammed into the back of a van, oh yeah All of our friends with no plan, oh yeah Some wild jockey up in the front seat Put in a tape, put up your feet on the dash We've got a Stereo Freeze We've got a sweet Summer Breeze Half an hour in the Record Exchange We were always together, we were never the same Me and you and Jackie Mittoo I hate music - what is it worth? It can't bring you back to this earth