When we lost the human race All our brains got replaced And these robots never laugh At my jokes So take me back, before the war And take these things
When we lost the human race All our brains got replaced And these robots never laugh At my jokes So take me back, before the war And take these
dem mooma can't afford If Jah say blood fi run let Jah will be done The heaven and the earth will pass away before him word no come But if 'I'm rise without
: On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many
circles colour red Desire to kill loads the gun, 'til. they catch me I'm on the run Feel the gun under my clothes See a child run across the road Jerking
On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To
in some foreign earth We sailed away like our fathers before These colours don't run from cold, bloody war These colours don't run from cold, bloody war
. His forces are never giving yield. [War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn
front line and we all here hold your head high so many years, too many tears living this life this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on a
The longlasting winter, the fall of Nodonn Adversary's coming, his breed on the run Predicted in old tales, envisioned before Indications of the Nigtfall War The War
gun dem mooma can't afford If Jah say blood fi run let Jah will be done The heaven and the earth will pass away before him word no come But if 'I'm rise
starve You'll be wearin' their shoes before long As the Globe becomes more warm Families hold on but their country is war-torn The prophecies are forewarned
On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many-
Black players on the Astros My motto is if they want war blast em Your on the mic hollering and lying just like a fake orgasm People stand before me
the land of our birth We fly a flag in some foreign earth We sailed away like our fathers before These colours don't run, from cold bloody war There
might We'll run this city into the ground Before the fall of night Damn them all Inglorious men At the break of dawn All streets were coloured red Before
