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And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working But you've got to pay your way. Chorus So here I am sitting at the bus stop Wishing I was somewhere else Where I didn't have to work my rocks off Wishing I could please myself. Ten hours a day I'm grafting Under the bosses eye, Earn just enough to keep going, Making cars I'll never buy. Chorus So here I am sitting ........... Five days a week I'm giving, My time is clocking on. Just two days left for living, Wondering where my life has gone. Chorus So here I am sitting ........... |
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I won't close my eyes
To the sufferers plight. In a world full of sadness I won't turn off my light. Our cries for justice are shots in the dark But our strength's in our bite And not in our bark It's time to stand And shout it out loud And the louder we scream The sweeter the sound. I won't close my eyes When I know that I'm right When I'm drowning in tears I won't turn off my light. We're shown no respect But that can't break our pride, When our backs to the wall We won't run and we won't hide It's time to stand, face the oncoming crowd And the louder we scream The sweeter the sound. I wont't close my eyes When the future don't look bright Though the road seems too long I won't turn off my light In a world full of darkness, I won't turn off my light. |
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Multi-million dollar
Exploration into space While in the name of progress This planet's laid to waste Nation takes on nation And is stepping up the pace And someone's got his finger On the button. Chorus Forget the cost We've got to choose We're running in a race That we can only lose. Rich is rich and poor is poor And never the twain shall meet East is east and west is west And only one shall eat The microchip has come of age And man is obsolete And someone's got his finger On the button. Chorus Forget the.......Etc. |
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Love Is all is alright But you left it a little to late Love is all is alright But you've got to find a little more hate. Take the man in the white cloak A pointed mask to hide his face Murders in the name of religion If you're not the right colour or race. Take the man in the black cloak He's holding justice in his hands, Lets the man in the white cloak go, Calls it the law of the land. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.......etc Take the man in the brown shirt A burning hatred in his eyes Fired by ignorant reaction, Fanned by political lies Take the man in the blue cap His back's against the wall Links arms with the man in the brown shirt He's trying to break his own fall. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.....etc |
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He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon The dancing stops and the children stand The piper calls the tune. He holds their future in his palm An old and powerful man With missiles poised and bombs at hand They wait for his command. With songs of fear and bigotry A cruel, hypnotic sound He plays his last tune greedily And strikes the children down. |
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Trenchtown Jamaica
Gave the Wailers their soun' Like a steppin' razor The Brother Tosh 'im come aroun' Yellow Man and Eek-A-Mouse Dem a trod 'pon newer groun' While Scratch and The Scientist Dem jus' keep on mixin' down. The mighty General and Eastwood Draw me out of my seat The Lone Ranger ride in To rock me' pon me feet The dreaded Flabba Holt and Style Scott Start fe put down a radical beat Wid Mistra Isaacs Puttin' melodies so sweet. Ad lib....... Refrain: Reggae music is The key to ny heart Reggae music is My stop and start From dusk to dawn The music is my high. |
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Don't do the crime,
If you can`t do the time It's said that it just don't pay. But what good's working hard When all they give you is your cards And you know there's not much you can say. So you take what they give You've no money to live And your family don't understand. After all these years They will end up in tears With a mountain of bills in their hands. Chorus Now your lesson is learned There's nowhere to turn And it's no use pleading for help. When you're left on the heap There is nothing to keep you From going and helping yourself The dilemma you've found Is you`re morally bound Now your moral code needs a review So what do you care You know life isn't fair And for years they've been stealing from you. |
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Hey Folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician Mek you go long so. Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician Mek you go long so. You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth; (Repeat) One man, one vote you hear from the shout. (Repeat) You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies; (Repeat) You make a mistake And then somebody dies. (Repeat) Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician What you doin 'bout the slums? You sit around all day, jus' a twiddle your thumbs; You have a strange expression Mek you look like you' dumb. (Repeat) You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box. (Repeat) Dub freak gone Gone go check him record shop, Gone go check him record stock. Him climb upon the box Him said him got to reach the top; Him climb upon the shelf Him seh you take care yourself. Him dance upon the floor Him said a music galore. (Repeat) Dub freak, dub freak Deh 'pon the go; Say you never know Because I told you so. Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash; (Repeat) Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash. (Repeat) Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle. (Repeat) Rhythm over here an' me seh rhythm over there; Don't stop and stare because the rhythm gone clear. Dub freak, dub freak, in a dub freak style Dub freak, dub freak, still a running wild. Him start from the bottom 'til him reach up the top Him keep on rocking and him never stop. Wow and flutter, music jus' a run like butter. (repeat) Dub a slip an' slide Dub a slip an' slide Dub a slip an' slide, He can't find nowhere to hide. |
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A misfit who is old before his time
Poverty has turned him to crime Boredom gives him too much time to think He pours another drink. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. He wonders why his landscape looks so strange Burger bars are home on the range An empty bottle falling from his hand He doesn't understand. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. A cork unlocks the door to other lands Of battles won and destinies in hand A half-remembered state of liquid dreams Where things aren't what they seem. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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