BROKEN BOTTLES Lyrics

This is history, good lord

Broken bones, stones and sticks

Guns and knives and shots and whips

Black Mariah chains and slave ships

The gentleman who persists

He can't fail, we must resist

Politicians, politics

Police impose its policies

Been a long time we've been facing this

How long shall my people be lambs to the slaughter

Like saints, die like martyrs

Rasta sons and rasta daughters

Tell me what Babylon's after

How long shall my people be lambs to the slaughter

Like saints, die like martyrs

Rasta sons and rasta daughters

Lock up in a prison just for ganja

After them dumb and poor sell off data

Cut hair and make hair get shorter

That's what they do to rasta data

But the lion of Judah breaks every chain

He gives an eye of victory

Again, yes again

The way back there

Many been crucified

Until it must have been

A while

Pele says that we are rich

We're revolutionaries

Every jed, rasta, fara, koba, nanti, nanti, bobo

Rules the seven seas

East, west, north and south

His word can be heard

While Mask of Dawn

Was barking at a flying bird

To show the Lord's anointing

And do His promise, Lord Paul

All there will be, lightning and thunder

Earthquake, volcanoes and storms

How long shall my people be lambs to the slaughter

Like saints, die like martyrs

Rasta sons and rasta daughters

Tell me what Babylon's after

How long shall my people be lambs to the slaughter

Like saints, die like martyrs

Rasta sons and rasta daughters

Tell me what Babylon's after

But the lion of Judah breaks every chain

He gives an eye of victory

Again, yes again

But the lion of Judah breaks every chain

He gives an eye of victory

Again, yes again

My, my, my, my, my, my

Well

Oh, oh, oh, oh

La, da, da, da

La, da, da