King Tubby died today,
Struck down by a careless cliche
The Hitman had to say it was an error,
He was aiming for the airplay

Is there hope, in being ahead of our time?
Brother can you spare me a bassline?
How come you've got pre-pubescents fainting,
When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting

Now time keeps on slipping,
And we're to blame
While the pioneers are starving in JA

So we spied like a fly on the wall,
Deep within the halls of the record companies
And they know it is poor,
But what the hell, it's going to get "A" listed

Now we've hit on 24 tracks,
Before the ink is dry upon the contracts
We've a dream of Marx & Lenin,
Drowning in a sea of snow-washed denim

Why should the masters innovate,
When every time we come along & rob them?
And well may you shrug & renovate,
If you're not part of the solution,
You're part of the problem

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