Brothers and my sisters,
A heavy mist them set over we head,
Nah clear skies tonight.
And in their efforts they keep our minds dead,
Government plot, government launch,
Satellite overhead.
Government watch, keep us in check,
Got us all acting.
Dolls dancing! Dolls dancing!
Dolls dancing! Dolls dancing, yea!
Calling abroad, children come home.
Nah Mr. Money, nah tell me no more.
Put on a show, put on a show,
Sell away your soul, sell away your soul.
Jah Jah throw down Satan inna the earth,
Make his gates of rock and shut his mouth despite his effort.
'Cause we nah want his evil to linger,
Let the non-believers keep him company in his kingdom of dirt.
Conquering lion take your throne,
Ruler of the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords.
Come teach us Yeshua,
The little children need to stop acting.
Dolls dancing! Dolls dancing!
Dolls dancing! Dolls dancing, yea!
Calling abroad, children come home.
Nah Mr. Money, nah tell me no more.
Put on a show, put on a show,
Sell away your soul, sell away your soul.
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