Put The Tool Down Songtext
von The Chains

Yeah we gonna rule town
Gotta put the tool down
War for a new crown
Coming with a new sound
If you gonna be in for a penny
You gotta be in for a pound
Yeah we gonna rule town
Gotta put the tool down


From out of the east came six riders on steeds of white
And where they rode, death would follow
No sound system was safe and no vibe
Could replace their awesome reggae assault
Grown men would weep and women cried in the street
For when they left, no one could dance again
They shut down town with the roughest sound around
And all they left behind was a chain

Yeah we gonna rule town
Gotta put the tool down
War for a new crown
Coming with a new sound
If you gonna be in for a penny
You gotta be in for a pound
Yeah we gonna rule town
Gotta put the tool down

They raged and conquered, their resolve never faltered
And then one day they were gone
They left behind six horses, pale steeds of death
And a half case of rum
On a morning slight the eastern wind still calls their dreaded name
The name of death, the name of wrath
The name of the Chains