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Catch A Fire lyrics with English Translations
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
Every time I hear the crack of a whip, my blood runs cold
I remember on the slave ship, how they brutalise our very soul
Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty
Good God, I think it's illiteracy
Only a machine that makes a
Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned
Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned
[Verse 1: Damian Marley] Bun dem out! Now dem take up the ghetto youths and gi' dem peer magazine And take up anedda set and gi' dem bare 16 And play dem dutty games, applaud the plots and schemes And watch dem like a show a Harbour View big screen And con we bredda dem and go buy dem cream And turn dem inna police and bring dem in 'pon dem team Ah wha' this fadda? Him drive ten grand worth a government Lada And fight against the ones who have the same forefather Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for, we children slaughter And we dem waan murder, just read the Observer Right now the city can't get no absurder After 400 years and whole heap a brown sugar We ambush we bredda and gwaan like whenever Use to plan slave revolt inna the bush dem together We change just like the weather
[Chorus: Stephen Marley] Every time I hear the crack of the whip, my blood runs at me (it's running cold) I remember on the slave ship, how they brutalise our very soul Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty Good God, I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes Slave driver, your table has turned Catch a fire, your gonna get burned Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned
[Verse 2: Damian Marley] Sons of slaves chant down, sons of the slave driver Nah space slave rider neither And if dem could, dem would tax you 'pon saliva How much more must we die for? The ones in the cars when we standing at the terminus The government bogus, they don't work for us Instead dem chain and whip we with domestic fuss And guns and AIDS and drugs Cyaan get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder, why dem grab chain and bags You influence the youth fi tun in gays and fags And Rasta can't afford not even torn up rags But table a tun as me turntable spun The fire we a catch up all a blaze and a burn That's why any time you see Rasta, you run Hey, yo
[Chorus: Stephen Marley] Slave driver, your table has turned (bun dem out) Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned (bun dem out) Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned
[Verse 3: Damian Marley] Bun dem out! Hey, we no want no Babylon government weh a burn down ganja man tent And dem a come with dem one bag a tax argument When we cyaan pay light bill and rent Me sight dem a lead, ghetto youths every which part dem went And a bare wrong corner dem bend So next time dem pass through you and your crew don't give dem no encouragement Hey yo, just start run dem out and start bun dem out a your environment Hey yo, we waan know 'bout a every red cent out a the poor people money dem spend And then, we waan know down to who pay the bill when the prime minister car dent Hey yo, we waan know when dem a come repossess all these guns and drugs they've sent
[Outro: Stephen Marley] Slave driver, hey, catch on cold Catch a fire, hey, like you didn't know Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch a fire...
[Verse 1: Damian Marley] Bun dem out! Now dem take up the ghetto youths and gi' dem peer magazine And take up anedda set and gi' dem bare 16 And play dem dutty games, applaud the plots and schemes And watch dem like a show a Harbour View big screen And con we bredda dem and go buy dem cream And turn dem inna police and bring dem in 'pon dem team Ah wha' this fadda? Him drive ten grand worth a government Lada And fight against the ones who have the same forefather Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for, we children slaughter And we dem waan murder, just read the Observer Right now the city can't get no absurder After 400 years and whole heap a brown sugar We ambush we bredda and gwaan like whenever Use to plan slave revolt inna the bush dem together We change just like the weather
[Chorus: Stephen Marley] Every time I hear the crack of the whip, my blood runs at me (it's running cold) I remember on the slave ship, how they brutalise our very soul Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty Good God, I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes Slave driver, your table has turned Catch a fire, your gonna get burned Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned
[Verse 2: Damian Marley] Sons of slaves chant down, sons of the slave driver Nah space slave rider neither And if dem could, dem would tax you 'pon saliva How much more must we die for? The ones in the cars when we standing at the terminus The government bogus, they don't work for us Instead dem chain and whip we with domestic fuss And guns and AIDS and drugs Cyaan get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder, why dem grab chain and bags You influence the youth fi tun in gays and fags And Rasta can't afford not even torn up rags But table a tun as me turntable spun The fire we a catch up all a blaze and a burn That's why any time you see Rasta, you run Hey, yo
[Chorus: Stephen Marley] Slave driver, your table has turned (bun dem out) Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned (bun dem out) Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned
[Verse 3: Damian Marley] Bun dem out! Hey, we no want no Babylon government weh a burn down ganja man tent And dem a come with dem one bag a tax argument When we cyaan pay light bill and rent Me sight dem a lead, ghetto youths every which part dem went And a bare wrong corner dem bend So next time dem pass through you and your crew don't give dem no encouragement Hey yo, just start run dem out and start bun dem out a your environment Hey yo, we waan know 'bout a every red cent out a the poor people money dem spend And then, we waan know down to who pay the bill when the prime minister car dent Hey yo, we waan know when dem a come repossess all these guns and drugs they've sent
[Outro: Stephen Marley] Slave driver, hey, catch on cold Catch a fire, hey, like you didn't know Slave driver, your table has turned Oh, catch a fire...
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