[Originally by Bob Marley] Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Woman hold her head
they hold you down and keep you in hand You're just a pawn in their game Just another number you ain't got a name Just a little punk y'know they don'
They never ask us if we want a war Who do they think they're talkin' for Cos we never get no say They have to have it all their way [Chorus:] Oh, we
Record boss said we would be a smash Yeah, go straight to Number One He talked of hits and tours and lots of cash And all the time it wasn't on And I
You're looking for something But what could it be? You look for a hero Well don't look at me You look for solutions But there's none you can find You
Inflammable material is planted in my head It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each
I could be a soldier Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be no soldier I won't take no orders
Rastus is a nigger. Thug mugger junkie. Black golly gob. Big horny monkey. Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies. Send him home soon. Back to the trees