Lyrics Crisis - Culture

Yeh!

Each day, each night
Crisis gets higher, higher, higher, higher
Poor people soon can't put
Them pot a fire, fire, fire, fire
Each day, each night
Crisis gets higher, higher, higher, higher
Poor people soon can't put
Them pot a fire, fire, fire, fire

Just take a look at some of those in the ghetto
Where not even a stalk of scallion just cannot grow
And even their children seem to be dying from hunger
And them shirt and pants bottom seems to be torn
Ooh yeh, ooh yeh!

But year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever
Year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever

Just take a look at some of those in the ghetto
Where not even a stalk of scallion just cannot grow
And even their children seem to be dying from hunger
And everything seems to be gone from their possession

But year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever
Year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever
Year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever

I and I and I, are compatible to any
I and I and I, superior to many
I and I and I, inferior to none

But, hey, year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever
Year after next
It ago dreader, dreader, dreader, dreader
And all who survive
Shall live forever, ever, ever, ever, ever...