Peter Tosh – Burial (Guitar)

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Them want I, them want I, be com'a them funeral.

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Them claim say, them claim say; they are the General.

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Them want I, them want I, be com'a them funeral.

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Them claim say, them claim say; they are the General.

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What a big dis-grace; the way you rob up the place.

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 Rob every-thing you can find, yes, you did,

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And you'll even rob from the blind. You must see want I fe;

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 Com'a, com'a funeral; and I no go.

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 No one burial, yet you want I;

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 Com'a, com'a funeral, make your friend come claim say;

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 You are the genii.

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 Now we know the truth, yes, we do,

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Find you wearing the boot.

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Of taking people's business on your head, yeah,

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So might as well, you be dead.

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Them want I, them want I, be com'a them funeral.

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Them claim say, them claim say; they are the General.

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Them want I, them want I, be com'a them funeral.

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Them claim say, them claim say; they are the General.

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Let the dead bury the dead, now,

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 And who is to be fed, be fed.

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 I ain't got no time to waste on you, no, no,

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 I'm a livin' man; I got work to do, right now.

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 This man, and that man, yes, they are the same man.

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 You taught us this, just as well,

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That the rich man Heaven, is the poor man's Hell.

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You must see want I fe;

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 Com'a, com'a funeral; Natty no go,

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 No one burial, yet you want I;

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 Com'a, com'a funeral, make your friend come claim say;

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 You are the geni.