| On the day that Dennis Brown’s lung collapsed,
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| Spring rain was misting down on Kingston
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| And down at the harbor
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| Local cops were intercepting an inbound shipment
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| And for a while there it was chaos
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| As they handcuffed and then roughed up some sailors
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| On the day my lung collapses
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| It’s not going to be much different
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| On the day that Dennis Brown’s habits caught up with him
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| School children sang in choirs
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| And out behind the Chinese restaurants
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| Guys were jumping into dumpsters
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| And the stench was overbearing
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| But they were past the point of caring
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| On the day my habits catch up with me
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| I’ll be down among the jumpers
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| And when the birds come home in spring
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| We will fill them full of buckshot
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| And jets of contaminated blood
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| Will cloud the rivers and the lakes
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| It took all the coke in town
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| To bring down Dennis Brown
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| On the day my lung collapses
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| We’ll see just how much it takes |