Disposable Dub 146 - JED

Zion, dreaming from an Iron gate Dragon, fire ago burn dem all Jah gonna start the revolution The light struck the night, Too indiscipline a battle dem fight Walk and talk they steal, mash dem down we will With the strength of a lion stand still Iya, Iya, war today, oh steal I hear war today-ay-ay The youth dem call upon the elders of which we seek after The Congo Man a chanting, oh dem Congo Man a chant... Oh the youth dem know, but what they cannot see Is how dem use to laugh, and then kick upon we Oh all the youth don't know, of all those tears we cry Yes oh this Rastaman life, oh of this Rastaman life And you can hear them shouting changes From out of the minds and thoughts of our children Here in desolate places Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders For the guidance we are after Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders For unto them we know that No one shall stand alone tonight Shall run, run tonight, shall stand alone tonight Shall run, run tonight Long before this war we use to cry and use to lie in bed With visions of fire running red, And so we call upon these elders instead Don Carlos at the control Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now (4x) See them come up along the road, oh I can see them Some walk by day and some stalk by night Oh Rastafari shall greet them in the end And so de man run up so long, so long, Oh, Lord! Beaten dem down, shootin' dem down Oh it's a poor man's battle for the youth man stalk And the rich dem run away Seems like de don't know dem right from wrong But I see the youth will fight tonight, wow Look how they jump, and shriek and moan For natty coming over: Oh freedom taking over

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be, a servant 'til I fall Soldier boy, made of clay, now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son, but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say Finished here, greeting death, he's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward, you servant, you blind man Barking of machine-gun fire does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see, the slaughter never ends Soldier boy, made of clay, now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son, but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say Finished here, greeting death, he's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward, you servant, you blind man Why am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here Why am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here I was born for dying Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day Looking back I realize, nothing have I done Left to die with only friend, alone, I clench my gun Soldier boy, made of clay, now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son, but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say Finished here, greeting death, he's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die Back to the front You coward, you servant, you blind man Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front Back to the front