Ey!
And they say, it's part of it
So they buying your sell your soul
Well my friend, the thought of it
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold
While they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For there is lightChase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get coldAnd they'll say it;s a part of it.
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
While they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
Now I'll pave my way
And I'll pave it rightChase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get coldThey'll still say it's a part of it!
So they buying your sell your soul.
Well my friend, the thought of it.
They'll sell your soul for a piece of Gold.
And they in their companion slaves.
Slaving through the night.
I know I can find my way
For out there is lightChase dem!
Run dem politicians!
When I see dem I get cold.Chase!
Run run run
Ay! ay! ay! ay!Get them out, get them out!
Run dem away! (Chase!)
Songwriters
Marley, StephenPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing