September 15 1983

Long dinner with some friends way out, way out in Portmore

Servants of the pharaoh slip in through an open door

All business, bearing knives and zip guns

So get on the floor now, every last one, every last one

The heat drifts

Across the land

If I forget you, Israel

Let me forget my right hand

And on the floor, Michael James Williams feels his fingers start to freeze

And the whole scene's like a movie, paramedics on their knees

Try, try your whole life to be righteous and be good

Wind up on your own floor, choking on blood

The heat drifts

Across the land

If I forget you, Israel

Let me forget my right hand

And the house still smells like onions when the ambulance arrives

Gabriel in postal blue loads up the car and drives

To Spanish town, about three miles away

Where will the wicked run to on that last day, on that last day?

The heat drifts

Across the land

If I forget you, Israel

Let me forget my right hand