You a-go tired fe see me face; Can't get me out of the race. Oh, man, you said I'm in your place And then you draw bad cyard - A-make you draw bad cyard
Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved and be loved? Don't let them fool ya, Or even try to school ya! Oh, no! We've got a mind of our own
In this life, in this life, in this life, In this, oh sweet life: We're (we're coming in from the cold); We're coming in (coming in), coming in (coming
Wo-o-o-o! Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Woy-oh! Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh! (We'll be forever loving Jah; We'll be forever loving Jah!)
She love to party, have a good time She looks so hearty, feeling fine She loves to smoke, sometime shifting coke She'll be laughing when there ain't no
Check out the real situation: Nation war against nation. Where did it all begin? When will it end? Well, it seems like: total destruction the only solution
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
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
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
Take your hands out of your pockets Don't walk until green Call it penance, call it shock You just lost your esteem You know it's ironic If it went down
I'm seeing red It helps me see things straight I'm doing everything For the purpose of improvement Don't ask me why 'Cuz it don't faze me one iota I'
Head bowed in silence Scarcely sane in mind Strung out, internal violence Confusion fills my time Stare back at my face, neurotic eyes Joy and despair
It keeps me awake, it grows to my head My body aches, my feelings are dead I turn my eyes inside out Gaze into the hell I created, burned out Lost everything