Tytuł: Israelites

• Wykonawca: Millencolin
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   [Originally by Desmond Dekker]
  
  Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
  So that every mouth can be fed
  Poor me Israelites Aah
  
  Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
  So that every mouth can be fed
  Poor me Israelite
  
  My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
  Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
  Poor me Israelite
  
  Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
  I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
  Poor me Israelite
  
  After a storm there must be a calm
  They catch me in the farm
  You sound your alarm
  Poor a-poor a-poor me Israelite
  
  I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
  So that every mouth can be fed
  Poor me Israelite Aah
  
  I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
  Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
  Poor me Israelites Aah
  
  Look Me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone
  I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
  A-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah
  
  After a storm there must be a calm
  They catch me in the farm
  You sound your alarm
  Poor me Israelite
  A-poor a-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah