Too late... too late... too late... too late...
Mister Money, Mister Bigstuff, who do you think you are?
In the eyes of justice you know you're not such a star
Look deep in the mirror tell me are you proud?
Of the pain you've caused the suffering you allow
But for you it's
Chorus:
Too late! Your money can't help you
Too Late! No we won't let you
Too Late! You, you, you
Too Late! Jah Jah's coming to get you
How can you sleep at night beside you're smiling greed?
With the knowledge of the suffering that you seed
How long do you think you can keep we down?
We once were blind and lost, but now we see, yeah, we're found
But for you it's
Chorus
We won't need your violence to heal what you have twisted
We fight with peace and love, history and truth enlisted
Oooh come now Babylon you know that you must fall
And with you all your minion: George Bush and Phil Knight and Herwitz
And all, cause for you it's
Chorus
Yes, yes here comes the revolution
Repeat 2x
Yes, yes, yes!
And there's gonna be fire in the sky
Said Repeat 2x
This thing is bigger than you and I
We're so tired of your k**ing
Your pollution and your land-filling
And just in case you missed them
Your corrupted justice system
You better free all our Mumia's
Concede and still there's gonna be a
Revolution, a revolution, a revolution...
A REVOLUTION!
'cause for you it's too late!