Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Hinds
Vocals
Ronald McQueen
Bass Guitar
Steve Nesbitt
Drums
Basil Gabbidon
Guitar
Selwyn Brown
Keyboards
Alphonso Martin
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Hinds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karl Pitterson
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And the struggle goes on
[Verse 2]
Some say the Earth
Will keep on turning
Dread times are near
And I'm not joking
I ah warning
As we continue that same old moaning
The chosen race just keep on begging, yeah
[Verse 3]
And I wanna know who, who's responsible?
They don't give a damn, no
They don't give a damn, no
[Verse 4]
Mothers joy turn to pain and hollering
Weeping for their babes and sucklings
Spirits of the innocent wandering, I feel ya
Sufferation everlasting
[Verse 5]
But I wanna know who, who, who's responsible?
I wanna know who, who's responsible?
They don't give a damn, no
They don't give a damn, no
Oh, Lord
[Verse 6]
Oh papa, dem chest keeps on burning
Fist clenched tight, I grit dem teeth
A blood is boiling
The price is high yet they keep on paying
Yeah, oh, Lord
The little bundles of love
They are all missing
[Verse 7]
I wanna know who, who's responsible?
They don't give a damn, no
Don't give a, don't give a-
[Verse 8]
Brothers and sisters
This plight we're facing
Get involved problems to solve
Yourselves concerning
Divided, we are so
One by one we are falling
The frontline of the battle is hottest
Your duties calling
[Verse 9]
I demand to know who, who, who's responsible?
I wanna know who, who's re-, I wanna know who's responsible?
They don't give a damn, no
Whoa, whoa
They don't give a damn, no
[Verse 10]
Talking down South Atlanta killings
Talking down South Deptford bombings
Talking down South Azania coming
They'll cut your hearts out
And I'm not joking
Turn no blind eye brothers be willing
Yeah the frontline of the battle is hottest
Your duties calling
Written by: David Hinds