Chant down Shanty town With a psalm a day Can’t own Phantoms Of sunny days Bring down Hands on Politicals We do this for the children of Jah We live like the Rasta All colors of the rain Bow down now for da pain They suffered from dem Now they got to pay It’s a brand new day Flood the streets For blood on the sheets Take back the beach Bring down Babylon For every daughter And son We stop at nothing Hear me sing Chanting Chanting Birds on da wing
