Bun Down Rome

Holy priest, warriors and traitors
Be still, Jah live, Babylon Kingdom must fall

Chorus:
Come mek we go bun down Rome Rastafari and watch Babylon fall
Fire mek we bun down Rome Rastafari and watch Babylon fall
Lucifa and him friends them a cry
Now them realize a no play Jah a play

If a no this then a that give me way
Let me chat
Temperature is getting higher, simple mean I'm getting hot
Them rob we of we name and we culture
Long time fly down on we land like vulture
Nacculate we people with drugs and disease
Never gave us any justice still crying for
My people seek and you will find, it is all in your mind
Psychology them a use this time

Chorus

Chat the truth and the fact
Them no like us for that
But I couldn't care less cause Jah is the pilot
What about the discrimination of the black man race
What about the tribulation black people have to face
Four hundred years, blood sweat and tears
Our foreparents work the plantations
Under the whip of the slave master hands
Equal rights and justice that is my song

Chorus

Every touch is a move people get in the groove
Fight for your right you have nothing to lose
Thinking can make you weak thinking can make you strong
Now where you going and where you are from
Sing fire bun for the ku klux klan Sing fire bun for Pope Paul and his gang Music is we gun yes it is the weapon
Non stop fire till we crash Babylon

 

Writers: F Cotterell / B O'Hare / C Dodd
Publishers: Cosmo Music / Jamrec / CARBAR Music (ASCAP)
Musicians: All instruments by Barry O'Hare except
Guitar: Ian "Breezie" Coleman
Background vocals: Prez Brown / B O'Hare