Black child, born Jamaica Crossed the ocean on a wind-ward sailboat Twisted guitar he's a got an' a gangster Rude boy from the trench-town streets
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all He's standin' like he's 10 feet tall
He knows he's gonna have it all The streets, the rise, the fall Loud music, salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now
White child, raised in Brixton Born again through the radio sound And lot of tape and a lot of distortion Studies and he makes the sound
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all He' standin' like he's 10 feet tall
He knows he's gonna have it all The streets, the rise, the fall Loud music salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now
Loud music's salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now Dey're right now
Black child, born Jamaica Crossed the ocean on a wind-ward sailboat Twisted guitar he's a got an' a gangster Rude boy from the trench-town streets
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all He's standin' like he's 10 feet tall He knows he's gonna have it all The streets, the rise, the fall Loud music salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now Loud music’s my salvation And the kids are right now
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on, we're passin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
