Текст песни More Axe - The Wailers , Bob Marley

Why boasteth thyself, O mighty men?
Playing smart and not being clever
Working out equity to achieve vanity (if a-so, a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, idureth for iver

If you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready to cut you down
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready to cut you down

These are the words of my master
No weapon shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so, a-so)
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so, a-so)

Where there is no wood
I say the fire goes out
So we'll have to cut you down, you're dry wood
Without a doubt

These are the words of my master
No weapon shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so, a-so)
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so, a-so)

If you are a big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Well sharp, to cut you down

If you are a big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Well sharp, to cut you down
Chop, chop