All the men in the water searching for the sand
Care to do what you think trying to steal your land
No you can't loose, I take you one by one
Take your cross of water to the near rising sun
And throw your money if the Lord ain't pray
Suddenly will leave you alone
Warriors and brothers, pick your bones out of the water
All the men on the mount high up in the sky
Who'd rather to see trying to take your life
Putting you and your homes in the paper bags
Yeah bitter tiding you I fly
Throw your money if the Lord ain't pray
Suddenly will leave you alone
Warriors and brothers, pick your bones out of the water
Pick your bones out of the water...