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've 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...