I shot the sheriff

Get up, stand up

We’re leaving Babylon We’re going to our Father’s land.

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

And hey Mr. Cop Ain’t got no birth certificate on me now

Slave driver, the table is turn. Catch a fire so you can get burn.

Every day the bucket a go a well One day the bottom a go drop out.

One good thing about music When it hits you You feel no pain.