| Babylon, you’re fallin' down
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| Me say you’re not gonna live fi see the mornin' come
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| Your wicked empire, me a chant it down
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| Cah you follow Lucifer, the fallen sun
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| With him flattering lips and him charming tongue
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| The most-high blessing, and you call it dung
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| Cah the people a suffer like dog
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| And when the weeping and the moaning, and bawling done
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| You a go get stun
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| You never see it coming like thief inna night
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| When your city start bun up like weed inna pipe
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| Blood a flow like river through street what a sight
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| Politician head a roll like wheel pon' a bike
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| Brimstone fire, earthquake and disaster
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| Nobody can’t save you not even the pastor, you’re slaughter
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| We like them animal inna the pasture
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| Why you a break all the laws of my heart for
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| You’re fallin' down
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| Me say you’re not gonna live fi see the mornin' come
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| Your wicked empire, me a chant it down
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| Cah you follow Lucifer, the fallen sun
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| With him flattering lips and him charming tongue
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| The most-high blessing, and you call it dung
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| Cah the people a suffer like dog
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| When the weeping and the moaning, and bawling done
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| You a go get stun
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| Tings a get drastic
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| From you full the ocean up of plastic
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| A mountain of rubbish heap up inna the Atlantic
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| Nah get no answers from uno just semantics
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| The lies them a tell just stretch like elastic
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| Building more factories, polluting the air
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| Still we nah get distracted, we move with no fear
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| The truth it is clear, revolution is near
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| Dutty Babylon best prepare
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| Cah, you’re fallin' down
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| Me say you’re not gonna live fi see the mornin' come
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| Your wicked empire, me a chant it down
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| Cah you follow Lucifer, the fallen sun
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| With him flattering lips and him charming tongue
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| The most-high blessing, and you call it dung
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| Cah the people a suffer like dog
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| When the weeping and the moaning, and bawling done
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| You a go get stun
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| Tell them straight
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| Set the fire bun them red inna the earth
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| For the amount of blood you shed inna the earth
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| You make your bed inna the dirt
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| Bury you? |
| You should’ve never desert
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| Rastafari children them we’re empress men inna birth
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| Now we mama Africa we gon' left with a splurt
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| Cah you can’t measure me worth, so treasure me words
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| We a left with all the money where the fed them reserve
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| And give poor people what them deserve
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| That’s when… you’re fallin' down
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| Me say you’re not gonna live fi see the mornin' come
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| Your wicked empire, me a chant it down
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| Cah you follow Lucifer, the fallen sun
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| With him flattering lips and him charming tongue
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| The most-high blessing, and you call it dung
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| Cah the people a suffer like dog
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| When the weeping and the moaning, and bawling done
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| You a go get stun
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| Stun them
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| Me say we a go bun them
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| Rastafari a dun them
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| We a laugh and shun them, yay
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| Babylon bridge is fallin'
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| Babylon bridge is burnin'
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| Babylon bridge is fallin' today, fallin' today
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| Bun them
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| Shun them
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| Stun them
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| Accurate, immaculate |