Warning, Warning

Givin' out my warning...

Now you rich people listen to me
Weep and wail over the miseries
That are coming, coming up on you
Your riches have rotted away
And your clothes have been eaten by moth
Your gold and silver
Is covered with rust
And this rust will be witness against you
And eat up your flesh like fire
You have piled up your riches
In these last days

But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
One of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
That's what Marcus says

Your life here on earth have been filled
With luxury and pleasure
You have made yourself fat
For the day of slaughter
You have not paid the men that work in your fields
The cries of those that gather your crops
Have reached the ears of Jah, Jah Almighty

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
One of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
That's what Marcus says

Dog up a Beverley Hills
A eat T-bone steak an' drink cornflakes
While poor people in the ghetto a rake an' scrape
To get a cake

Be patient my brother be patient
As a farmer is patient
As he waits for the autumn and the spring rains
To water his crops
You also must be patient
And keep your hopes up high
Happy are those who greatest desire
Is to do what Jah Jah require

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
One of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
That's what Marcus says
Bald head a go roll down Sandy Gully
One of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully
That's what Marcus says
I say; you look, you look, you look
And you can't see...
I said; you listen, you listen, you listen
And you can't hear...