| Wooh eh, wooh eh
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| Skaba-yaba-yoba bayayba baya-hah
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| Wooh eh, wooh eh
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| Skaba-yaba-yoba bayayba baya-hah
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother
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| It’s a shame
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| To see the people fighting in the streets
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| Eh! |
| Drawing guns at each other
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| For nothing at all oh
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| Blood came splashing o’er the towns
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| From town to town, around and around, yeah
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| Do Jah please, stop them, I pray
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| While I call my brethrens, say
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother
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| Blood came splashing down the streets
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| It brings my heart to a faster beat
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| Also one of my innocent brethren
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| Got a shot in his wrist and he has got to step aside
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| Step wide from them an' their war my brethren
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother
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| Sometimes early in the mornings
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| When the children want, go to school
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| All because of your screw faces
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| They’re afraid to walk on the streets so deliberately
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| Really what I want to say
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| They want liberty to walk and learn the lesson well
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| Don’t be no fool in this time
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| Do Jah come down with compassion and stop them
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother
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| Innocent blood should not be shed
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| It’s a sin before the Almighty
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| The blood leak from in the town
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| And we should footing up the hills in the woods
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| And that’s why I got to cry out
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| Stop this fussing and fighting, brother |