And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold.

While their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night,
I know i can find my way for out there is light

Chase Dem! Run them politicians
When i see them, i get cold

And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold

When their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night
I know i can find my way, for out there is light

Chase dem! Lord, them politicians
When i see them, i get cold

And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold

While their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night
I know i can find my way, for out there is light.

Chase dem! Lord, them politicians
When i see them, i get cold

Chase them, run, run ay, ay, ay, ay

Get them on, get them on
Running away, running away