yeah bob marley, it was never possible to buy a harley, because i'm genetically very rarely

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear

This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why

Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all have to face reality now
'Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
Yet we know it's impossible to go livin' through the past
Don't tell no lie