See you in the morning 

As the sun rise 

It's just another day 

For you to realize 

The time is dread 

Oh, Rasta Children 

If you stay in these corners 

They kill you with tax I say 

I rather to be 

Where the grass is green always 

Sitting under a tree 

Where there's a running stream yeah 

Yet never the less 

It's because of the situation 

Why we find ourselves 

Down here inna Babylon 

And I know 

We naugh go bow down low 

And I know 

We naugh go bow down low 

For, eye see kill Miss Thomas pus 

And the greedy dog lose the bone 

Just can't find 

The way to come home 

For he was crossing the bridge 

So then he 

Looked down in the waters 

And he saw his shadow 

And he opened his mouth 

And his bone fell out 

So when he opened his mouth 

Then his bone fell out 

So long