Don't let your head hang down child
   walk your walk and stand up tall
   for the weather might not stay this mild
   cause jah is changing all
   fall into the arms of your creator
   when the gates open for you
   onehundretandfortyfourthousand elevators
   one of them might get you through
   this earth of changing faces for babylon must fall
   no more hiding places for jah is changing all
   don't let your head hang down child
   walk your walk and stand up tall
   for the weather might not stand this mild
   for jah is changing all
  
   this earth is changing faces for babylon must fall
   no more hiding places for jah is changing all
   jah is changing all
   jah is changing all
   jah is changing all
   jah is changing all
  
   now you know this earth is a ball
   but only one can play with is
   seated in his holy hall
   he will judge you when you're hit
   try to set the world on fire
   you might fail a thousand years
   but on a good day we might strike back at the empire
   and change them and their gears
  
   the third remark goes to your consience
   that might lead me to your soul
   so all the false assumptions may fall into a hole
   as bagpipes catch your ears you listen and you learn
   you learn to loose your fear so you might not be concerned