Out Of Space
Peter Tosh
Lucifer, son of the mourning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
Stan is a evilous man
But him can't chocks it on I-man
So when I checking him my lassing hand
And if him split, I gaan with him hand
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
Him haffi drop him fork and run
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah son
Him haffi lef' ya with him gun
Dig of with him bomb
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
Stan is a evilous man
But him can't chocks it on I-man
So when I checking him my lassing hand
And if him split, I gaan with him hand
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth
I'm gonna put a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him outta space, to find another race
