Yo Boy!

Yo, Boy, can't you see? The soldiers marching down the street

One-two, one-two-three. They come for you they come for me

Run, run, save your skin. They're high and drunk, they shoot to kill

Hide your sister, lock your door. Tell your mother to lay on the floor

Yo, Boy, it's too late. The roads are blocked, they've sealed our fate

Can't you see they loot and rape? God, have pity, your servants await

Yo, Boy, we've been screwed, the war on terror is filled with horror

Off with your head, blown by a Reaper, whoever your prophet you don't have a prayer

We don't know but it's been told people here are hiding gold

We don't know but it's been said we will trade it for our lead