Soldiers

Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutallee! And when soldiers came Them say them come to make us tame And from that day until now on We were jeered and laughed to scorn Things used to be ire (before the soldiers came) Things used to be nice, so nice now Things used to be ire Things used to be nice, so nice Our country them did enter, yeah Troops trodding left right and center Everywhere One moment at peace with Nature Now victims of a massacre We got our spears We got our shields But their guns were greater Prepare for a slaughter Give I back I witch doctor Give I back I Black Ruler Me no want no dictator Me no want no tyrant on yah Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutallee! Way down in Africa Where the backra still rules day after day The Black Man is suffering now far more Than when he was a slave Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren, here them bawl Bodies in mutilated condition Faces scarred beyond recognition Is this what civilization means to me? Then without it I prefer to be So Give I back I witch doctor Give I back I Black Ruler Me no want no dictator Me no want no tyrant on yah Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutallee! Dutailee! --- Soldiers - Steel Pulse