What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse itnnWhat Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse itnYea wave up your moneynBoast up your richesnWho will save the man, the man who soul is wicked?nOh hearts fool of greed, your word so deceivingnSatan offer wickedness and foolish they receive itnAll their weeping souls, their ears never hear itnAll them take away for materialismnBun up the heathennBabylon word is destroying many mennThem take the herb and hand us the gunnnWhat Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse itnWhat Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse itnnTrue intentions of satan shall not slip past Jah sightnBabylon your false words shall be recognizednFor the money they quarrel so viciously nWomen selling yourself so seductivelynThey have thrown away all that's good and rightnAnd Babylon word is destroying many mennThem take the herb and hand us the gun!nnRide on, ride onnChildren of Jah, ride onn