Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of
We, Jah people, can make it work; Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go: working for the next
Zion train is coming our way; The Zion train is coming our way; Oh, people, get on board! (you better get on board!) Thank the Lord (praise Fari) - I
We no know how we and dem a-go work this out, oy! We no know how we and dem a-go work it out. But someone will 'ave to pay For the innocent blood That
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The paranoia is in bloom The P.R. transmissions will resume They'll try to push drugs, keep us all dumbed down And hope that we will never see the truth
Well I'm an axegrinder Piledriver Mother says that I never never mind her Got no brains I'm insane Teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser
You say that you love me, all of the time You say that you need me, and you'll always be mine I'm feelin'... glad all over (yes I'm) Glad all over
Get ready Hah! We got blind compassion Don't need discussion Think you know just what I mean Nowhere's a smokin' While the rules are broken Had to be
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down, now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more coke on the fire
Ha, killah priest, daddy rose Same rose, abg, rose cartel,what? '99, the beginnin of the endin baby Yea, gon take you there, what? Yo, yo, yo, ugh ugh
Locked up in chains, backs to the wall Tick like a time bomb till we hear the call Pushed from outside, thrown underground Frozen in time we wait for
Your father told me I can stay, But he mistrusts my unfamiliar ways: He want's to use the things I've learnt Six hundred years of knowledge sorely earned
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (Damn things nearly hardly flap) Canker
or motivation. Revolt for evolution. Get off of this planet now! We´ve got the escape plan blueprint. Get off this planet now! There´s hope for a revolution. Revolt
Carrying a heard the size of my head Got an angel on my back The leftovers of my face is a leaden mask of death Drink my coffee black I sing with a voice
My brain sometimes intends to walk away Somehow my hat seems to hold it together But if I feel like slipping away for a bit All I have to do is take my
I look about 27 And that I haven't slept well I bang my head to sleep With a bottle of bourbon-hell I'm a character living In a world gone wrong Don't