Burnin' and Lootin' (Live At Leeds 1973)

It's not always the side one, yeah But this one They say this morning I woke up in a curfew Everybody is a prisoner, haha This morning I woke up in a curfew O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah! Could not recognize the faces standing over me now They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality I say How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to the boss? Eh! All that we got, it seems we have lost We must have really paid the cost (That's why we gonna be) Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight We're burnin' and a-lootin' tonight We're burnin' all pollution tonight We're burnin' all illusion tonight Give me the food and let me grow now Let the Roots Man take a blow I'll say, leave all them drugs Gonna make you slow. God! It's not a music from the ghetto I will say Weeping and a-wailin' tonight We weeping and we wailin' tonight We weeping and we wailin', weeping and a-wailin', weeping and a-wailin' Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to the boss? All that we've got, it seems we have lost Then we must have really paid the cost, yeah! If I will say, melody afana tiku tiku kulubulufa Did you run out when I run away? Did you run away? Did you run away? Did you run away? I would say, did he stay? Did you run away? Did he? Give I the food and let I grow now And let the Roots Man take a blow. Lord! If all them drugs gon' make you slow What is gonna happen to the music of the ghetto? We weeping and we wailin' tonight We weeping and we wailin' tonight Na na na na, jubi duba, jubi duba This morning I woke up in a curfew O God, I was a prisoner, too I say, I could not recognize the faces standing over me They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality I say, I say What did I say? If I could say what I, what I really want to say I bet they would, they would take me away Lord, na na na na na What an experience To wake up every morning in a What an experience It's a curfew Good God, it's a curfew I say, it's a curfew Lord it's a curfew, it's a curfew It's a, it's a, it, it, it, not, not Not really want it But, but, but I say the good suffer for the bad This morning, children I don't wanna I just don't wanna sing this song 'Cause this morning you want an experience Did I say I woke up by my woman gone And I wake with my kids Good God She left the load sticking in the door Say shits may cope in That's too hard