Ecla est une chanson en Anglais
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
It’s a beautiful bangarang,
a beautiful bangarang
Sometimes you’re clever, you back bad seeds
oh my life is constantly tumbling
I make excuses and it's understood
I wouldn't change you, if I could boy
meet me in the morning sun
bless me upon a hill made of black crayon
school me into mount zion, 'cause I don't need nobody
first we a go cut dem throat light like a feather
chuckle at dem frown like a mother
here we a go cool dem down like a soundbwoy
cool dem down like a sound
What is the song the police dem sing
I hear dem gone
what if the sun don't sink
I hear dem gone
what is the song the police dem sing
I hear dem gone
what if the bombs don't blaze
I hear dem gone
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
Every city is a jungle, son
Pickets are gone, my kingdome come
It’s a beautiful bangarang,
a beautiful bangarang
And I woke up, screwed up, took a walk in the park
I legally got all the little worries pushing me back
and if the sun don't shine I'm a pull up a gun
and if the sun don't shine and we never return
and I woke up, blacked up,
had a smoke in the club
that's why they call me Chinese in Caribbean
and if the sun don't shine I'm probably gone
and if the sun don't shine and we never return
What is the song the police dem sing
He only sees me when I’m gone
what if the sun don't sink
Have respect for everyone
what is the song the police dem sing
He only sees me when I’m gone
what if the bombs don't blaze
Have respect for everyone