Warning, Warning

Givin' out my warning...

Now you rich people listen to me

Weep and wail over the miseries

That are coming, coming up on you

Your riches have rotted away

And your clothes have been eaten by moth

Your gold and silver

Is covered with rust

And this rust will be witness against you

And eat up your flesh like fire

You have piled up your riches

In these last days

But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

One of these days

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

That's what Marcus says

Your life here on earth have been filled

With luxury and pleasure

You have made yourself fat

For the day of slaughter

You have not paid the men that work in your fields

The cries of those that gather your crops

Have reached the ears of Jah, Jah Almighty

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

One of these days

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

That's what Marcus says

Dog up a Beverley Hills

A eat T-bone steak an' drink cornflakes

While poor people in the ghetto a rake an' scrape

To get a cake

Be patient my brother be patient

As a farmer is patient

As he waits for the autumn and the spring rains

To water his crops

You also must be patient

And keep your hopes up high

Happy are those who greatest desire

Is to do what Jah Jah require

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

One of these days

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

That's what Marcus says

Bald head a go roll down Sandy Gully

One of these days

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully

That's what Marcus says

I say; you look, you look, you look

And you can't see...

I said; you listen, you listen, you listen

And you can't hear...