Sitting in my ivory tower Invincible to fall Some would say my final hour As you scale the wall Step inside, I dare you all And breathe the lies and heed the call When this all is said and done, I will have my way And you will take the blame You're over the line, under the gun I am the reason for what you've done Tooth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue, yeah I swear to God I'll find a way To prove I still belong I'd rather watch it burn away Than say that I was wrong So step inside, I dare you all And breathe my fire and heed my call You're over the line, under the gun I am the reason for what you've done Tooth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue You're over the line, under the gun I'll keep on scheming for what's to come Tooth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue This alliance built on fear and rage Ends in violence if I have my way Fear, spite, lie to divide us Hate, strife, bring decay You're over the line, under the gun I am the reason for what you've done Tooth of a crime you will not outrun Now you're under the spell of my tongue You're over the line, under the gun I am the reason for what you've done Tooth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue

Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape The works of William Gordon Them fire as Judas come, thinking them can ride on The words of Marcus Garvey (Oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions While it's our souls on which they bargain Live as they all live, blind as they are blind They'll never know that, for this here price We shall give our lives to them Now did ya, did ya see them ride into the war Gone so long they call out to the one Son I'm here for you they trapped him to belong, When they were all Standing at the foot of the moutain as we tried to Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we whant them They man come with their silver tongue show (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape The works of Mohandis Gandhi Spit fire as Judas come, thinking them can destroy The words of Bantu Biko (Oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions While it's our souls 'pon which they bargain Oh the crisis de man light, the fittest de man fight, They'll never know that For this here price, we shall give our lives to them Now did ya, did ya see them ride into the war Conquered us so long they hold their head up high As them pray on the poor and juvenile When they were all standing at the foot of the mountain As we tried to warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them They man come with their silver tongue show Chant them down, chant them down no they'll never know Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them They man come with their silver tongue show (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show. Compositor: Groundation

And I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as soft as her hair As I was searchin' from bottle to bottle for somethin' unfoolish to say That silver-tongued devil just slipped from the shadows and smilingly stoled her away I said, "Hey, little girl Don't you know he's the devil?" He's everything that I ain't Hiding intentions of evil intentions under the smile of a saint All he's good for is getting in troublе And shiftin' his share of the blame And somе people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tongued devil's got nothing to lose I'll only live 'til I die We take our own chances and pay our own dues I say, we pay our own dues, I take, uh He takes most of the chances and I still pay most of the dues We don't do it in the same place anymore 'Cause I quit drinking, about five years ago and that rascal, huh He doesn't like my Gatorade But it don't matter, 'cause no matter where he is tonight If he's out drinking all the tequila in Texas with Willie Nelson I don't care 'cause it's not as good as what's goin' down right here, right now The silver-tongued devil and I