These evil men have come back to deceive and conquer
But all they have to offer is war, poverty and hunger
Slavery of consciousness our past, present and yonder
But Rasta youth we will sit and wait no longer
And so we chant
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Musician Champaign popping
Politician campaign rotting (they'll back running)
They only promise the youth nothing
When we protest them shoot something
But then we stand inner the tollgate
Blood cover up your whole face
Shoulder to shoulder there is no space
And when we rise, we chant
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
