Black child, born Jamaica
Crossed the ocean on a wind-ward sailboat
Twisted guitar he's a got an' a gangster
Rude boy from the trench-town streets
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all
He's standin' like he's 10 feet tall
He knows he's gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall
Loud music, salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
White child, raised in Brixton
Born again through the radio sound
And lot of tape and a lot of distortion
Studies and he makes the sound
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all
He' standin' like he's 10 feet tall
He knows he's gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall
Loud music salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music's salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Dey're right now
Black child, born Jamaica
Crossed the ocean on a wind-ward sailboat
Twisted guitar he's a got an' a gangster
Rude boy from the trench-town streets
And he knows, he knows he's gonna have it all
He's standin' like he's 10 feet tall
He knows he's gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall
Loud music salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Loud music’s my salvation
And the kids are right now
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on, we're passin'