Skull of a lion Lyrics

Drums please,
let me hit you with that whiteboy voodoo reggae style.
Bass.
We got the mellow mad man six string pluckwarrior tappin´ da rythm.
Givin´ him the heebeejeebees with the mumbojumbo paleness;
JT Blunt-style.
Put another log on the campfire
Come on make it shine, and make it burn brighter
I see the fires rise into the night,
and let the smoke drift across the starlight

And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb

Young warriors gather around me
I´m telling stories of the ancient gods
Bullheaded warriors fight for the wisdom
As their souls lie beneath the mountain

And that day they dragged him along
To the cave in the cliff where his forefathers sung
And they beat his head on the stone,
to make the mountain make him strong
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb

And I take my destiny in hand
As the footsteps of giants rock the land
And I take my destiny in hand
As the footsteps of giants rock the land

Him travel to the heart of the boneyard
To make the spirits grant him courage and wisdom
He made a drum from the skull of a lion
To beat the evildoers into submission
And that day he traveled along
Gonna fight every evil
Gonna right every wrong
And he beat his fists on the drum
To the words of his forefathers song

And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb
And we got rhythm
And we got reggae
And we got love for the children and love for the herb