Lucifer, sun of the morning ( or ) Lucifer, son of the mourning,
I'm gonna chase you out of earth!

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase satan out of earth,
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase the devil out of earth,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.

Satan is an evilous man,
But him can't chocks it on I-man, [?]
So when I check him my lassing hand,
And if him slip,
I gaan with him hand.

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase satan out of earth,
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase the devil out of earth,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.
Oh yeah,

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Him hafi drop him fork and run,
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah son,
Him hafi lef' ya with him gun,
Dig off with him bomb.

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase satan out of earth,
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase the devil out of earth,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.

Satan is an evilous man,
But him can't chocks it on I-man
So when I check him my lassing hand,
And if him slip,
I gaan with him hand,

I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase satan out of earth,
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt,
And chase the devil out of earth,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race,
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.

Move ya with your gun
Me say fi lef' ya with your bomb
Oh yeah,
Move ya with your bomb.

 

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Lyrics checked by Martie"