burnin' and lootin'

this morning i woke up in a curfew;

o god

i was a prisoner

too - yeah!

could not recognize the faces standing over me;

they were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. eh!

how many rivers do we have to cross

before we can talk to the boss? eh!

all that we got

it seems we have lost;

we must have really paid the cost. burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;

burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;

burnin' all pollution tonight;

burnin' all illusion tonight. oh

stop them!

give me the food and let me grow;

let the roots man take a blow. all them drugs gonna make you slow now;

it's not the music of the ghetto. eh!

weeping and a-wailin' tonight;

weeping and a-wailin' tonight;

weeping and a-wailin' tonight

weeping and a-wailin' tonight

give me the food and let me grow;

let the roots man take a blow. i must say: all them - all them drugs gonna make you slow;

it's not the music of the ghetto. we gonna be burning and a-looting tonight;

burning and a-looting tonight;

burning all pollution tonight;

burning all illusion tonight

burning and a-looting tonight;

burning and a-looting tonight;

burning all pollution tonight.