Burnin' And Lootin' - Viewed 102 times

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. Eh! How many rivers do we have to cross, Before we can talk to the boss? Eh! All that we got, it seems we have lost; We must have really paid the cost. Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; Burnin' all pollution tonight; Burnin' all illusion tonight. Oh, stop them! Give me the food and let me grow; Let the Roots Man take a blow. All them drugs gonna make you slow now; It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh! Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight; Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight; Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight Give me the food and let me grow; Let the roots man take a blow. All them drugs gonna make you slow; It's not the music of the ghetto. We gonna be burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight; Burning all pollution tonight; Burning all illusion tonight Burning and a-looting tonight; Burning and a-looting tonight; Burning all pollution tonight. [fadeout]