Tell me your psalms and I?ll tell you mine   Manic preachers, slippery road to Wales   Boat with no sail, sendin' people off the rails   An angel's on your tail and it's too dark      Brutality, impartiality is now a reality   Oppression, suppression is their occupation   Tolerance, they boast they have got   We are aware they have not      Without us it would be total destruction   Green says you will be fed   Gold is holding an internal eternal glow   Red is gonna run like river Jordan      Listen now   These words, check now      The eyes of man can see   The mind for eye must be   Red rolled and seen   To really know what it mean      Eyelids back, tears behind my eyes   Feeling bitter, weeping as he wails   Emotional, trying to stay on the rails   An angel on harp, who's too sharp      Babylon has no productions   Only slavery and confusion   Rasta going to cramp them and paralyze them   Devils for the situation