Brace de grung fah forgiveness Reach fah notin', when aal ah lost Ah unified isolation Bruk de bak of de men wo tink dem aal alone Wi a lost
Dung de mountain, de tep de dese Aal ave left, sometin' wicked comin’ Sometin' foul, inna de wind, mi can smell it Sometin' dark, fram de south, ‘ere dey come
O’ mi can feel it, mi sense de vibration! O’ mi can ‘ear its vile grumble an moan! O’ it’s ah killa, mi know fram de smell-ah! O’ can mi take dem back weh it come fram?
Mi-a treat aal of dem like all of dem reek wid de bowels of ‘ell An dey wont guh ‘ome Aal of dem sung—aal of fi dem tricks is fah notin' Cah mi can see to de moon Aal of dem wrang! Aal of dem sleep weh de sun do no shine An mi wan' guh ‘ome Aal of dem wrang! ‘ollering justice De fasta mi run, mon, dey fasta
I see you trespass on that ol’ front lawn And I smell your evil from across my yard I’m burning backwood, but I tell no lies There’s something wicked coming on the horizon
And if they got the last one, Man, I must have missed itI got caught up, when they caught on I’m like a side-scapegoat If the first one failed, I try to see why But can’t make heads or tails Flip a coin and call it—one shot, two guns I’m not the intermission between right or wrong The flock has gone soft, it’s not why they’re gone I’m positive their solid agenda won’t hold them forever
I see you trespass on that ol’ front lawn And I smell your evil from across my yard
Jah turnt iz back, Unaware de struggle of mon Can him feel mi despair? Can him ‘ear mi crying out fah just ah sign? Ah demon can ‘ear mi! Ah demon be deyre!
Ah bruk bak cah mi waak wid de wicked Change miself, just to kip dem away Ah bruk bak cah mi waak wid de wicked Aal of dem wrang! Aal of dem sleep weh de sun do no shine An mi wan' guh ‘omeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
