Warring Dhol
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Striking out from Pakistan 'desh and india
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Every beat is a blow for all of ya
Faster than a bullet louder than a bomb
against divisions of religion the World is in its song
Old times new times it is the soundtrack
radical tradition it ain't never lookin' back
Carved out of nature roots deeper than deep
Original communicator speaking with the beat
India Sri Lanka desh and Pakistan
One nation one people one it's time to make a stand and bang
Rise up the soldier them and bang
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Striking out from Pakistan desh and india
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Every beat is a blow for all of ya
Rise up the soldier dem and bang
Living in the heart of the city life is raw sometimes
Dealer here copper there hooker here don't ever look 'em in the eyes
Another youth is shot down better cut and run
But then then you hear the secret message hidden in the beat of the drum
And it goes
Feel the drum is everything to you
Listen Can't you hear it talking to you
Feel it From from the valleys and rivers flowin under you
Feel it as it keeps on pounding through POUNDING THROUGH
It is the sound of hallowed ground it marks it out and plays it loud
It belongs to everybody it's the rhythm of the crowd
Striking out from Pakistan 'desh and india
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Every beat is a blow for all of ya
Faster than a bullet louder than a bomb
against divisions of religion the World is in its song
Old times new times it is the soundtrack
radical tradition it ain't never lookin' back
Carved out of nature roots deeper than deep
Original communicator speaking with the beat
India Sri Lanka desh and Pakistan
One nation one people one it's time to make a stand and bang
Rise up the soldier them and bang
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Striking out from Pakistan desh and india
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Every beat is a blow for all of ya
Rise up the soldier dem and bang
Living in the heart of the city life is raw sometimes
Dealer here copper there hooker here don't ever look 'em in the eyes
Another youth is shot down better cut and run
But then then you hear the secret message hidden in the beat of the drum
And it goes
Feel the drum is everything to you
Listen Can't you hear it talking to you
Feel it From from the valleys and rivers flowin under you
Feel it as it keeps on pounding through POUNDING THROUGH
It is the sound of hallowed ground it marks it out and plays it loud
It belongs to everybody it's the rhythm of the crowd
Credits
Writer(s): Aftel Miah, Sanjay Tailor, Stephan Savale, Stephen Townsend, John Pandit, Prithpal Rajput, Martin Savale
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