Every smell dem no like it
Isle it open wide, break dem sight it
In front a station, Rastafari light it
Dem can't believe it
That's what sound up at the graveyard, Solomon
Smooth by the wise and smooth by the iron man
Now I'm gon' take me chalice and pass it in the bag of man
Oh, her caronium can't mix with a bag of man
One chalice, Lord, one chalice
Me all angry, me still ask for the herbs