A Haunting

Lord Gosh now

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva]

Rebel eye with fortitude

Come see the dude exude

The rudiment cement baptism

No arguments 'cause I know the blokes who terminate

They do it for the joy they don't need no papes

While I count the shillings

Best know there's many willing

To drill out the laws till the nonsense pauses

Down for the essence of rebel-eye causes

With synchronisity, goat-skin paraphrase

Mystic maze of sonic mathematics

The acrobatics on a tightrope

That near broke the spine

Time for time, line for line

Random as the windchime

Deep sublime

Risen above

Written in dub

Dubwise

Pomme-frites or french fries

International passion of whom?

New life in the womb

[Chorus: Roots Manuva]

Have you ever known a haunting of this kind?

From to and fro, the railroad of one's mind

Have you ever known a haunting of this kind?

From to and fro, the railroad of one's mind

[Verse 2: Roots Manuva]

When I hold my pen

Done told my pen

Talk the talk of the lion's den

Come again

Come see me, in the clouds

Singing it loud, saying it proud

This title survival go back back the Bible

With some old thing, new thing, a you-and-a-who? thing

You don't want none

But you might get it

Jump right down and watch the man who met it

Holy thing, slowly hymn from thingamy

Don't you start kidding me

We'se deadly serious

Nobody want to share with us

[Chorus.]

[Verse 3: Roots Manuva]

I'm lost

I'm lost

In the stream of so-called

Consciousness

The random thought

The random splurge

That upsurges through the centre

Of the mind's inner page

The rage inside

The rage inside

The stage inside

The eye of the tigger

That turns to tiger