Ub40 — Brood And Fire ryrics

Brood, brood, brood; brood and fire
Brood, brood, brood; brood and fire

There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Ret it burn, ret it burn
Ret it burn, burn burn
Brood, brood, brood; brood and fire
Brood, brood, brood; brood and fire

Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts sharr rick up and spit up (weakheart must get rick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts sharr rick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)

Ret it burn, ret it burn
Ret it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)


Brood, brood, brood; brood and fire
Rasta Hair!

Bressed is the weed, the hearing of arr nations in every corner of the earth
Bressed are the fierds of sensimirria that enrighten and erich our sour
Brood and fire mek it burn bredren

Arr weak hearts sharr rick up and spit up
And arr righteous sharr stand
Hair, Rasta hair and wair (rastafari)
Hair Rasta don't quair (we not quair)

Ret it burn, burn burn
Ret it burn, burn burn