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Many thanks to Mike Taylor for transcribing many of the lyrics. More of his transcriptions can be found at Johnny's Library of Bob Marley Lyrics
Babylon System
We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be
We are what we are
That's the way it's going to be
You can't educate I
For no equal opportunity
Talking about my freedom
People freedom and liberty
Yeah, we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Rebel, rebel
We've been trodding on the
Winepress much too long, rebel
Babylon system is the vampire
Sucking the children day by day
Babylon system is the vampire
Sucking the blood of the sufferers
Building church and universuty
Deceiving the people continually
Me say them graduating thieves
And murderers look out now
sucking the blood of the sufferersTell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth right now
Come on and tell the the children the truth
(repeat)
'Cause we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Got to rebel, got to rebel now
We've been taken for granted
Much too long, rebel
From the very day we left the shores
Of our Father's land
We've been trampled on, oh now
Now we know everything we got to rebel
Somebody got to pay for the work
We've done, rebelBad Card
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 card
A make you draw bad card
And then you draw bad card
Propaganda spreading over my name
Say you want to bring another life to shame
Oh man you just a playing game
And then you draw bad card, draw bad card
A make you draw bad card, draw bad card
A make you draw bad card
I want to disturb my neighbour
Cause i'm feeling so right
I want to turn up my disco
Blow them to full watts tonight
In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub style
In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub styleCause we guarding the palace so majestic
Cause we guarding the palace so realistic
Them a go tired to see we face, oh yeah
Me say them can't get we out of the race
Oh man it's just a big disgrace
The way you draw bad card, draw bad card
The way you make wrong moves, make wrong moves
The way you draw bad card, draw bad card
A make you draw bad card, draw bad card
A make you draw bad card
In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub styleBend Down Low
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know now;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know.
Oh! Fisherman row to reap what you sow now;
Oh, tell you all I know (Oo-oh!),
you've got to let me go now (Oo-oh!),
And all you've got to do:
(Bend down low) Oh yeah! Let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know. Oh yeah!
You keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But if you love me, woman, walk right in.
I've got a notch for your safety-pin,
But bend down low.Keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But walk right in, woman, sit right down.
I will keep on lovin' you; I play the clown.
But bend down low, baby, let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know, yeah!
Let me tell you, baby! Let me tell ya -
Knock on, babe! Just won't let ya in!
You been livin' in sin. Knock on! /fadeout/Blackman Redemption
Whoa-A Natty Congo
A Dreadlock Congo
Whoa-A Natty Congo
A Blackman Redemption
Woe-yo yee, ye, a Blackman Redemption woe, yoe
No need, no need to get jumpy
No need, and a no need to get bumpy
And a no need, and a no need to get bumpy
No need, need, need to get jumpy
Youth and youth agree to, cool runnings
Can you dig it, cool runnings yeah, one more time
A beg ya, cool running, can you stop it
Cool runnings, spread out, speard out, spread out
Spread out, look out
Tell you about the Blackman Redemption
Can you dig it, oh yeah
A Blackman Redemption, can you stop it
Oh! no, Oh! no, Oh! noComing from the root of King David
Through the line of Solomon
His Imperial Majesty is the Power of Authorithy
Spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
Spread out, spread out
No need, no need, no need to get jumpy
And a no need, and a no need to walk away
Let me tell bout ya
Cool runnings, can you dig it, cool runnings
It's one more time we want it
Cool runnings, cool runnings, spread out
Spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
It's just a Blackman Redemption
Can you dig it, woe-yoe
Blackman Redemption, can you stop it, Oh! no Oh! noBrand New Second Hand
you're only acting like
you are somebody
but i don't love to say
you're not nobody
don't exhaust our painted face, girl
'cause underneath that face
you're justhave disgrace
and you're just a brandnew second hand
you'll make no one fool
you're just a brand new second hand
i only confess you
you're brand new second had
dirty golden rule
you're just a brand new second hand
what you've got, girl
that i don't know
why you really really got to
exalt yourself so
mama used to tell me
a long time ago, girl
it's not everything you own
that glitters is goldSo you're just a brand new second hand
no man no want no
brand new second hand
you bettergo back round so girl
brand new second hand
don't you show us
brand newsecond hand
if you think it's the dress you wear
that makes you a lady
get that out of your mind
you must be crazy
you're just a brand new second had, yes girl
no man no want
brand new second hand, yes girl
no bother come show off so
you're just a brand new second handBuffalo Soldier
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
I mean it, when I analyse the stench
To me, it makes a lot of sense
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Buffalo Soldier, in the heart of America
If you know your history
Then you would know where you coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
Who the heck do I think I am
I'm just a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival
Fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for AmericaDreadie, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe
(repaet)
Buffalo Soldier, trodding through the land
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Trodding through the land, yea, yea
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland
To the heart of the caribbean
Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe
(repeat)
Trodding through San Juan
In the arms of America
Trodding through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yeo yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoeBurial
Dem want I, dem want I fi come a dem funeral
Dem claim say dem claim say dem a de ginnal
Dem want I, dem want I fi come a dem funeral
Dem claim say dem claim say dem a de ginnal
what a big disgrace
whey you rob up the place
rob everything you can find
and you even rob the blind
you must you want I fi come a come a funeral
and I no go a no one burial
yet you waan I fi come a come a funeral
mek you friend come claim seh you a di ginnal
now we know the truth
find you wearing the boot
of taking peoples business on your head
so might as well you be deadDem want I, dem want I fi come a dem funeral
Dem claim say dem claim say dem a de ginnal
Dem want I, dem want I fi come a dem funeral
Dem claim say dem claim say dem a de ginnal
Let the dead bury their dead
and who is to be fed, be fed
I ain't got no time to waste on you
I'm a living man and I got work to do
this man and that man
they are the same man
you thought of this just as well
that the rich man's heaven I the poor mans hell
you must you want I fi come a come a funeral
natty no go a no one funeral
you must want I fi come a come a funeral
and I no go a no one burial
yet you waan I fi come a coma a funeral
mek you friend come claim seh you a di ginnalBurnin' and Lootin'
This morning I woke up in a curfew;
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!
How many rivers do we have to cross,
Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!
All that we got, it seems we have lost;
We must have really paid the cost.
(That's why we gonna be)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(One more thing)
Burnin' all pollution tonight;
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Burnin' all illusion tonight.
Oh, stop them!
Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the roots man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh!Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight;
(Ooh, can't stop the tears!)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight;
(We've been suffering these long, long-a years)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight
(Will you say cheer?)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight
( ... )
Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the roots man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow;
It's not the music of the ghetto.
We gonna be burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(To survive, yeah!)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Save your babies' lives)
Burning all pollution tonight;
(Pollution ... )
Burning all illusion tonight
(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)
Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning all pollution tonight. /fadeout/
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