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This morning I woke up in a curfew; |
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O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah! |
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Could not recognize the faces standing over me; |
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They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh! |
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How many rivers do we have to cross, |
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Before we can talk to the boss? Eh! |
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All that we got, it seems we have lost; |
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We must have really paid the cost. |
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(That's why we gonna be) |
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Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; |
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(Say we gonna burn and loot) |
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Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; |
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(One more thing) |
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Burnin' all pollution tonight; |
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(Oh, yeah, yeah) |
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Burnin' all illusion tonight. |
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Oh, stop them! |
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Give me the food and let me grow; |
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Let the Roots Man take a blow. |
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All them drugs gonna make you slow now; |
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It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh! |
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight; |
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(Who can stop the tears?) |
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight; |
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(We've been suffering these long, long-a years!) |
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight |
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(Will you say cheer?) |
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight |
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(But where?) |
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Give me the food and let me grow; |
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Let the Roots Man take a blow. |
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I must say: all them - all them drugs gonna make you slow; |
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It's not the music of the ghetto. |
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We gonna be burning and a-looting tonight; |
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(To survive, yeah!) |
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Burning and a-looting tonight; |
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(Save your baby lives) |
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Burning all pollution tonight; |
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(Pollution, yeah, yeah!) |
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Burning all illusion tonight |
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(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!) |
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Burning and a-looting tonight; |
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Burning and a-looting tonight; |
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Burning all pollution tonight |
