Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: THE PREACHER'S SON

Who Gave The Order Lyrics

(feat. Buju Banton)

 I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son

 

 Who gave the orders

 For them to go, alright

 Who gave the orders

 Martin was shut down, ah, alright

 Who gave the orders

 To drop the bomb, we wanna know

 Who gave the orders

 No refugees across the borders, yeah

 

 Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef

 Who's gonna answer

 Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey

 Who's gonna answer

 Feeding lies to our daughters and sons

 But they will have to answer

 Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes

 Where you gonna run for cover

 

 Looking through the window of my ire eyes

 On this city filled with lies

 Observing the people working so hard

 Doing whatever it takes to get by

 Then I look at myself and realize

 That I was put here for a reason

 Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried

 We gon' keep trying

 

 Who gave the orders

 For them to go, Lord no

 Who gave the orders

 Martin was gunned down, oh

 Who gave the orders

 To drop the bomb, my God

 Who gave the orders

 No refugees across the borders, who

 

 Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef

 Who's gonna answer

 Where did all these guns come from, tell me

 Who's gonna answer

 Feeding lies to our daughters and sons

 They will have to answer

 Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes

 Where you gonna run for cover

 

 Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do

 Incarcerate a million and only free few

 What was done to others, it shall be done to you

 Open up your eyes and you will see the full view

 Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay

 Civilly bodies being taken away

 I wonder what the voice of the people have to say

 Stand up and defend your rights today

 

 Who gave the orders, who gave the orders

 For them to go

 Who gave the orders

 Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down

 Who gave the orders, who gave the orders

 To drop the bomb

 Who gave the orders, who gave the orders

 No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no

 

 Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef

 Who's gonna answer

 Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah

 Who's gonna answer

 Telling lies to our daughters and sons

 They will have to answer

 Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes

 Where you gonna run for cover