born on the isle of pain it s easy to find others to blame we used to be gagged and bound but its over now cause truth weve found and we ain t no we ain t turnin round to get to the promised land you got to go back to understand everything comes from sound all vibrating under the crown and we ain t no we ain t turnin round ran out of patience yesterday for them with no helpin hands we came from a people who built everything and farmed the land let s stop looking for a reason to die and just sound the alarm maybe the hand you re looking for is at the end of your arms end of your arms end of your arms