Letras
Lord have mercy!
Woi, woi, woi
Woah well
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
They work us for so long on dem plantation and me never get paid
Our gold they stole away, how many life dem slay?
Now dem work say slap dem in dem face
Fire, yes!
You and your crook can go to hell
'Cause after we no under your colonial spell
And all those false doctrines that you compel
Hey!
And all those books you stole away
All those kids you led astray
Wait on your judgement day
Baby-wrong!
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
See yah!
Ghetto youths, me a beg you, be wise
'Cause pirates, they will strike by night
And waan come trick you with dem black and white
Woah Lord
Hey!
But be careful of what you sign
'Cause some things get you victimized
And it would get you paranoid
So, bun dem out!
Fire bun a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
Woi Woi
Woah well
Woi woi
Woah
See yah now
They work us for so long on dem plantation and me never get paid
Our gold they stole away, how many life dem slay?
Now dem work say slap dem in dem face
Woi yah!
You and your crook can go to hell
'Cause after we no under your colonial spell
And all those false doctrines that they compel
Yeah well
And all those books they stole away
All those kids they led astray
Wait on your judgement day
Mr. necktie man!
Fire bun a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown
Me bun a fire pon a weak heart
Babylon and dem free talk coulda never get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
I leave dem with a frown