Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape The works of William Gordon Dem fire as Judas come, thinking them can ride on The words of Marcus Garvey (oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions while it's our souls on which they bargain Live as they all live, blind as they are blind They'll never know that, for this here price We shall give our lives to them Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war Gone so long they call out to the one Son I'm here for you they trapped him to belong, When they were all Standing at the foot of the moutain as we tried to Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we whant dem They man come with their silver tongue show (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape The works of Mohandis Gandhi Spit fire as Judas come, thinking them can destroy The words of Bantu Biko (oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions While it's our souls 'pon which they bargain Oh the crisis de man light, the fittest de man fight, They'll never know that For this here price, we shall give our lives to them Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war Conquered us so long they hold their head up high As them pray on the poor and juvenile When they were all standing at the foot of the mountain As we tried to warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them They man come with their silver tongue show Chant them down, chant them down no they'll never know Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them Still they come with their silver tongue show Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them They man come with their silver tongue show (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show