Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A Shanty Town
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A Shanty Town
Dem rude boy get a probation
A Shanty Town
And rude boy a bomb up the town
A Shanty Town

Tears are falling down my face
All because of you
River deep and a mountain high
All because of you

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
I feel like I’m gonna die
Is it because you leave me here
Just to sit and cry

Beautiful and dangerous
There is nothing to discuss, no
You can’t capture me, no-no, no-no, no
All you do is freeze

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
I feel like I’m gonna die
Is it because you leave me here
Just to sit and cry

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
I feel like I’m gonna die
Is it because you leave me here
Just to sit and cry

Well, I send you a school, you won’t learn
I send you a church, you won’t hear
I’m gonna send you back to your mama’s house
I’m gonna send you back to your papa
I’m gonna send you back where you come from
I said to go home, go home, Edina
I said to get up Edina, girl
Because you wait up Edina, girl

I said to get up Edina
Because you wait up, Edina, girl
I said to come out Edina
Because you wait up, Edina, girl

Get up Edina
Get up Edina girl
I said to come out Edina
Because you wait up, Edina, girl

Well I send you a school, you won’t learn
I’m gonna send you a church, you won’t hear
I’m gonna send you back to your mama’s house
I’m gonna send you back to your papa’s house
Uncle, come take her away
I-I don’t want to see her no more

Honor your mother and your father
That your days may be long, on the land
Children obey your parents and the law
This is the law, of the prophets

Love your parents as how you love yourself
Do onto others as they would do to you

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, me Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a leave me
"Darling" she said, "I was yours to receive"
Poor, me Israelites

Shirt dem a tear up, trousers a go
I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor, me Israelites

After a storm, there must be a calm
If you catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, me Israelites

I said I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, me Israelites