Burnin' And Lootin' - Live At Leeds Polytechnic, 1973
This morning I woke up in a curfew
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
(That's why we going to be)
Burning and a-looting tonight
Burning and a-looting tonight
Burning all pollution tonight
Burning all illusion tonight
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the Roots Man take a blow
All them drugs going to make you slow now
It's not the music of the ghetto
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing
Weeping and a-wailing
Weeping and a-wailing
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the Roots Man take a blow
All them drugs going to make you slow now
It's not the music of the ghetto
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
This morning I woke up in a curfew
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
(That's why we going to be)
Burning and a-looting tonight
Burning and a-looting tonight
Burning all pollution tonight
Burning all illusion tonight
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the Roots Man take a blow
All them drugs going to make you slow now
It's not the music of the ghetto
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing
Weeping and a-wailing
Weeping and a-wailing
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
Give me the food and let me grow
Let the Roots Man take a blow
All them drugs going to make you slow now
It's not the music of the ghetto
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
Weeping and a-wailing tonight
This morning I woke up in a curfew
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Marley
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