Praying mantis on screen Canoes prowl reef in early morning sun
As it flashes on the rhythmic fall of weed cutter's cutlass blade
Everybody's got something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dope
Aloe rub, starfish, vegetable patties, braid your hair miss and bush doctor cures
Sudden angry eruption between aloe peddler and man with property to protect
Muscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire
"Kiss my blood clot" she hisses and they're enemies for life
In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of
Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits
The waitress sings along, eyes focused dreamily on that sentimental world and there's
Dancing in Paradise...
Blue green ship in turquoise bay
Swollen bauxite-red river rushing
Stream rising from feathered bamboo hills
Tracks once paved now falling away into deep lush valleys
And the farmed-out road contracts pass through so many hands
The print erodes with the weather-worn blacktop
And the jungle's always trying to reclaim the right of way
And the mangoes cacao turmeric goats soursop
Mushrooms cane plantains limes Horses crayfish long-legged birds donkeys
Curved horns of cattle above dense grass Ganja sensitive plant ackee
And some thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks --
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
Big About and friends at their crossroads bar
With its dirt corral for dancing Drink soursop juice all day long
In quest of the perpetual stiff bamboo
And there's Dancing in Paradise...
Biggy Dread gunned down by police at
Big Bridge March 16 Riding a mule cart to
Sav-la-Mar pulled out a cutlass and they had to shoot That's what they say
Something tells me they like to shoot
Something in the eyes of the ones at the road block
Where they searched the car and tried to get us to confess to whatever...
There's truncheons and gas down in Harbou
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Praying mantis on screen Canoes prowl reef in early morning sun
As it flashes on the rhythmic fall of weed cutter's cutlass blade
Everybody's got something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dope
Aloe rub, starfish, vegetable patties, braid your hair miss and bush doctor cures
Sudden angry eruption between aloe peddler and man with property to protect
Muscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire
"Kiss my blood clot" she hisses and they're enemies for life
In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of
Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits
The waitress sings along, eyes focused dreamily on that sentimental world and there's
Dancing in Paradise...
Blue green ship in turquoise bay
Swollen bauxite-red river rushing
Stream rising from feathered bamboo hills
Tracks once paved now falling away into deep lush valleys
And the farmed-out road contracts pass through so many hands
The print erodes with the weather-worn blacktop
And the jungle's always trying to reclaim the right of way
And the mangoes cacao turmeric goats soursop
Mushrooms cane plantains limes Horses crayfish long-legged birds donkeys
Curved horns of cattle above dense grass Ganja sensitive plant ackee
And some thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks --
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
Big About and friends at their crossroads bar
With its dirt corral for dancing Drink soursop juice all day long
In quest of the perpetual stiff bamboo
And there's Dancing in Paradise...
Biggy Dread gunned down by police at
Big Bridge March 16 Riding a mule cart to
Sav-la-Mar pulled out a cutlass and they had to shoot That's what they say
Something tells me they like to shoot
Something in the eyes of the ones at the road block
Where they searched the car and tried to get us to confess to whatever...
There's truncheons and gas down in Harbou
As it flashes on the rhythmic fall of weed cutter's cutlass blade
Everybody's got something to sell besides the obvious dollars and dope
Aloe rub, starfish, vegetable patties, braid your hair miss and bush doctor cures
Sudden angry eruption between aloe peddler and man with property to protect
Muscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire
"Kiss my blood clot" she hisses and they're enemies for life
In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of
Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits
The waitress sings along, eyes focused dreamily on that sentimental world and there's
Dancing in Paradise...
Blue green ship in turquoise bay
Swollen bauxite-red river rushing
Stream rising from feathered bamboo hills
Tracks once paved now falling away into deep lush valleys
And the farmed-out road contracts pass through so many hands
The print erodes with the weather-worn blacktop
And the jungle's always trying to reclaim the right of way
And the mangoes cacao turmeric goats soursop
Mushrooms cane plantains limes Horses crayfish long-legged birds donkeys
Curved horns of cattle above dense grass Ganja sensitive plant ackee
And some thorn whose prick brings lockjaw
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks --
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall
Big About and friends at their crossroads bar
With its dirt corral for dancing Drink soursop juice all day long
In quest of the perpetual stiff bamboo
And there's Dancing in Paradise...
Biggy Dread gunned down by police at
Big Bridge March 16 Riding a mule cart to
Sav-la-Mar pulled out a cutlass and they had to shoot That's what they say
Something tells me they like to shoot
Something in the eyes of the ones at the road block
Where they searched the car and tried to get us to confess to whatever...
There's truncheons and gas down in Harbou
Writer: BRUCE COCKBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC