Madness, madness   Madness tight on the heads of the rebels   The bitterness erup's like a heart blas'   Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin'   Served by a cruelin' fighting   5 nights of horror and of bleeding   Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate   And the stabbin', it's   War amongs' the rebels   Madness, madness, war      Night number one was in Brixton   Sofrano B sound system   'im was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire   'im comin' down his reggae reggae wire   It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column   A bad music tearin' up your flesh   An' the rebels dem start a fighting   De youth dem just tun wild, it's   War amongs' the rebels   Madness, madness, war      Night number two down at Sheppard's   Right up Railton road   It was a night name friday when ev'ryone was high on brew or drew(?)   A pound or two worth of Kali    Sound comin' down of the king's music iron   The riddim just bubblin' an' backfirin'   Ragin' an' risin'   When suddenly the music cut -   Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's   War amongs' the rebels   Madness, madness, war      Night number three, over the river   Right outside the Rainbow   Inside James Brown was screamin soul   Outside the rebels were freezin' cold   Babylonian tyrants descended   Bounced on the brothers who were bold    So with a flick of the wris', a jab and a stab   The song of hate was sounded   The pile of oppression was vomited   And two policemen wounded   Righteous, righteous war      Night number four at the blues dance, abuse dance   Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up   Hot, hotheads   Ritual of blood in the blues dance   Broke glass splintering, fire   Axes, blades, brain blas'   Rebellion rushin' down the wrong road   Storm blowin' down the wrong tree   And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night   In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it's   War amongs' the rebels   Madness, madness, war      Night number five at the telegraph   Vengeance walk thru de doors   So slow, so smooth   So tight and ripe and -smash!   Broke glass, a bottle finds a head   And the shell of the fire heard -crack!   The victim feels fear   Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat   Oh, the stabbins and the bleedin' and the blood, it's   War amongs' the rebels   Madness, madness, war