(Instrumental)
You might believe, and still you feel the chase has just begun. That you must reach that horizon before the setting of the sun. You chase the light in
There's no-one coming with that freedom train. There's nowhere you can go where you feel no pain. Take the blinkers off you eye's, The power is in your
Ah who seh, sensimilla Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya Ah who seh, sensimilla The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street A whole heap of wind
list I am the one in ten Even though I don`t exist Nobody Knows me Even though I`m always there A statistic, a reminder Of a world that doesn`t care My arms
You got no job you got no pay Join the military, sign today They'll take you off to fight on foreign shores You'll be your mother's pride and joy Her
A human statue made of living stone A paradox etched in human bone If you could look behind his thin disguise There's a hidden glint of madness in his
The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The
