Givin' out my warning...   Now you rich people listen to me   Weep and wail over the miseries   That are coming, coming up on you   Your riches have rotted away   And your clothes have been eaten by moth   Your gold and silver is covered with rust   And this rust will be witness against you   And eat up your flesh like fire   You have piled up your riches in these last days   But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days   Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says      Your life here on earth have been filled with luxury and pleasure   You have made yourself fat for the day of slaughter   You've not paid the men that work in your fields   The cries of those that gather your crops   Have reached the ears of Jah, Jah Almighty   Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days   Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says      Dog up a Beverley Hills a eat T-bone steak an' drink cornflakes   While poor people in the ghetto a rake an' scrape to get a cake      Be patient my brother be patient as a farmer is patient   As he waits for the autumn and the spring rains to water his crops   You also must be patient and keep your hopes up high   Happy are those who greatest desire is to do what Jah Jah require      Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days   Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says   Bald head a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days   Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says   I say; you look, you look, you look and you can't see...   I said; you listen, you listen, you listen and you can't hear...