Chase the Devil
Lucifer, son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth!
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can't chucks it on I-man
So when I check him my lass in hand
And if him slip, I gone with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Oh yeah
(.)
Him haffi drop him fork and run
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah Son
Him haffi lef' yah with him gun
Dig off with him bomb
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can't chucks it on I-man
So when I check him my lass in hand
And if him slip, I gone with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Move yah with your gun
Me say fe lef' ya with your bomb
Ooh, yeah!
Move yah with your gun
Me say fe lef' ya with your gun...
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can't chucks it on I-man
So when I check him my lass in hand
And if him slip, I gone with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Oh yeah
(.)
Him haffi drop him fork and run
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah Son
Him haffi lef' yah with him gun
Dig off with him bomb
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Satan is an evilous man
But him can't chucks it on I-man
So when I check him my lass in hand
And if him slip, I gone with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt
And chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
I'm gonna send him to outer space
To find another race
Move yah with your gun
Me say fe lef' ya with your bomb
Ooh, yeah!
Move yah with your gun
Me say fe lef' ya with your gun...
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Writer(s): Lee Perry, Max Romeo
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