[Intro] [Batterie agressive, basses lourdes, voix toastée et rageuse] Bassline heavy, poundin’ like a war drum, Plastic tide rise, chokin’ up di sea and di sun. Rub-a-dub rhythm, like a warning call, Dis ya beach a graveyard, no life at all! [add-lib : "po-po-lo-po-po-lop"] [Verse 1] [Voix rageuse, rythme saccadé] Walk pon di sand, but no sand to see, Jus’ plastic waste, as far as mi eye can reach. Bottles and bags, like a devil’s hand, Killin’ di fish, poisonin’ di land! Peo-o-o-o-ple deaf, dem no hear di cry, While di ocean drown in a plastic lie. Mi boot sink deep, inna di trash and di muck, Dis a rub-a-dub apocalypse, and time run out of luck! [Effets de distorsion sur la voix, basses qui résonnent comme un avertissement] [add-lib : "po-po-lo-po-po-lop"] [Chorus] [Refrain puissant, voix collective et indignée] Yeah, we driftin’ inna di mess, feel di rage take hold, Rub-a-dub rebellion, a story to be told! Heavy bass, like di earth’s last breath, Lost inna di filth, drown out all di rest! [Basses qui pulsent, voix en écho comme un cri de guerre] [Verse 2] [Rythme rapide, images choquantes] Concrete jungle meet di sea’s despair, Turtles chokin’ on a six-pack snare. Children playin’ inna di toxic foam, While di politicians sit inna di chrome. Every wave a bring more death, Plastic islands, steal di ocean’s breath. Mi see di future, and it black like tar, Rub-a-dub fire, dis a plastic war! [Sons de verres brisés, basses qui grondent comme un tonnerre] [Chorus] [Répété avec intensité] Yeah, we driftin’ inna di mess, feel di rage take hold, Rub-a-dub rebellion, a story to be told! Heavy bass, like di earth’s last breath, Lost inna di filth, drown out all di rest! [Hook] [Toasting rageur, voix grave et rythmée] Can’t believe mi eyes, dis a wicked sight, Di beach turn to rubbish, no day, no night. Try fe find a reason, but mi see none, Inna dis plastic hell, we a di only one! Sound system blast, like a wake-up call, Rub-a-dub justice, we a go tear it down all! Hear di rhythm screamin’, from di gutter to di sky, Clean up di mess, or we all a go die! [Basses qui résonnent comme un cri de révolte, sons de sound system saturés] [Chorus] [Répété avec des effets de delay et de distorsion] Yeah, [whoa!] We driftin’ inna di mess, feel di rage take hold, Rub-a-dub rebellion, a story to be told! Heavy bass, like di earth’s last breath, Lost inna di filth, drown out all di rest! [Outro] [Voix qui s’éteint, effets de réverbération et de fade-out, comme un dernier souffle] Fade to static, but di fight still remain… Wash away di lies, wash away di shame… Rub-a-dub dreams, inna di island’s embrace… Lost inna di battle, but we a go win di race! Pe-o-o-ople PLEASE COME BACK!!! [Basses qui s’estompent, échos de vagues et de cris de protestation]
