Cassius and clashes, they're stomping again, I can choke on the cheers
They're moving right past us, over our heads, over our heads
The dark and the water, up above the cries and the shackling of doves
Can't you hear? They came to hear the joy and the slaughter from up above.


"Barbaric right fist and the white right to the whip" seems here to stay
Patrice is here now, put down your money son on, put down your money son on
The 3rd round to find me, beneath your feet this forgotten soul walks on
I'll weep for what comforts me; you weep for what comforts you.

Lions on the platform and the
Sight unseen to light my name goes.
All your prayers can't send me home.
Lions on the platform
and your ignorance will turn to shame
And all your prayers can't send me home.

It's the "Dawn in the Heart of" the sorry lot that's been here swept aside
Forgotten Kinshasa, and the millions thrown to greed and pride, hey!
Compound the fracture, and you split the blame on the weaker of your men
The lions here are costly, won't you listen to me, listen to me?

bridge:
"Violent rhythm of the jazz, violent rhythm of the blood"
Violent rhythms gone astray, violent rhythm come today