Poison the 666 conception now! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again And again Work police, you false priest! Trying to indoctrinate Jah people but (Hear me man) When will this payday be? Slavedriver When will this payday be? Tell us this hour When will this payday be? For these retired slaves (Let me ask you something) When will this payday be? Mr. Bigman When will this payday be? When will this payday be? For all these retired slaves (Ya a listen me?) My forefather worked down here On this great plantation True he didn't get no pay For all their wasted days Tell us now! When will this payday be? Mr. Slavedriver When will this payday be? Tell us this hour When will this payday be? For all these retired slaves (Lord) Will this payday be Monday? Will this payday be Tuesday? Tell us now! Will this payday be Wednesday? Wednesday Jah need a working day (Wednesday can be the Working day) Can this payday be Thursday? Ben Johnson day Can it be Friday? The Regular Payday! Will it be Saturday? Saturday Jean shoemaker wife day Why don't you give me that (I want it now) When will this payday be? Slavedriver When will this payday be? Oh, Jah When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us now! When will this payday be? You better give me that When will this payday be? Tell us this hour When will this payday be? For these retired slaves You beat my grandmother in the fields Rape her and call her a prostitute Fill the land with colored pay bills From an outlaw's race (Where the dignity dey) Chuh! When will this payday be? I'm asking When will this payday be? Backra Master the table is turned When will this payday be? For these retired slaves We nuh joke, we nuh take back nuh talk When will this payday be? Slavedriver! When will this payday be? You'd better give me that When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Bwoy, true! Mama come suffer, father come suffer Bad man suffer, pickney come suffer Brother come, gone a prison Uncle come, no have no job

Ain't got no place to be Just waiting on the small hand to hit the 5 o'clock and I'm hitting up the ABC To get a little whiskey, to get a little tipsy Ain't nobody checking on me 'Cause ever since you left me, it's been a little lonely But that don't bother me, no 'Cause it's Friday And I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away I know I sound a little unruly Ain't acting like a lady, I'm acting kinda crazy But I don't wanna be with nobody You really messed me up, so I'm getting messed up on Maker's Mark on the rocks, I'm gonna have a Good time, bottom line I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away Don't need your love anyway Don't need to go to AA, no way Just gotta show up on Monday so I can get paid I'm drinking my payday away Ain't got nothing to save for No, no mortgage, no, no four kids I don't feel any pain All this whiskey in my veins No more heartache, no more heartbreak I'll be okay, drinking my payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away Payday, payday away

Bravo muchachos Bien aquí nos tenéis Todos poetas, los del '56 De paso por un mundo en agonía La vida es solo fantasía Caminamos sobre un hilo en el cielo A más de cien mil metros del asfalto Somos juntos en lo alto Banderas al viento de ciudad Seguir en pie está peor cada día Con tantos líos, tanta hipocresía Tira adelante, que no hay nada detrás Y no se puede regresar Caminamos, tirando del mundo A alguno puede paracerle absurdo Y somos la fuerza Que mueve mareas y volcán Lo digo como puedo amiga mía No sé quién soy, ni sé de mí que será Nuestro futuro qué horizonte tendrá Sigo la estrella que me guía Caminamos, muy alto en el cielo Apenas puedes vernos desde el suelo Colgando del tiempo En crisis desde una eternidad Seremos fuertes Luchando hasta la muerte Venidos de un duro invierno Directamente del infierno Buenos chicos, buena gente Con principios diferentes Rabia sana, sin malicia Agota el alma sin justicia Medio locos, medio tristes Pobres cristos, siempre humildes En esta vida tan vacía Tanta violencia, tanta envidia Héroes y delincuentes Buenos chicos, buena gente