Five Nights Of Bleeding - 1990 Digital Remaster

Madness, madness
 Madness tight on the heads of the rebels
 The bitterness erupts like a heart blast
 Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin'
 Served by a cruel infightin'
 Five nights of horror and of bleedin'
 Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
 And the stabbin'
 It's war amongst the rebels
 Madness, madness, war
 Night number one was in Brixton
 Sofrano B sound system
 It was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire
 Comin' down his reggae reggae wire
 It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column
 A bad music tearin' up your flesh
 And the rebels dem start a fighting
 De youth dem just turn wild
 It's war amongs' the rebels
 Madness, madness, war
 Night number two down at Sheppard's
 Right up Railton road
 It was a night name Friday when everyone was high on brew or drew
 A pound or two worth of Kali
 Sound comin' down of the king's music iron
 The riddim just bubblin' an' backfirin'
 Ragin' an' risin'
 When suddenly the music cut -
 Steel blade drinkin' blood in darkness
 It's war amongs' the rebels
 Madness, madness, war
 Night number three, over the river
 Right outside the Rainbow
 Inside James Brown was screamin' soul
 Outside the rebels were freezin' cold
 Babylonian tyrants descended
 Bounced on the brothers who were bold
 So with a flick of the wrist, a jab and a stab
 The song of hate was sounded
 The pile of oppression was vomited
 And two policemen wounded
 Righteous, righteous war
 Night number four at the blues dance, abuse dance
 Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up
 Hot, hotheads
 Ritual of blood in the blues dance
 Broke glass splintering, fire
 Axes, blades, brain blast
 Rebellion rushin' down the wrong road
 Storm blowin' down the wrong tree
 And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night
 In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night
 It's war amongst the rebels
 Madness, madness, war
 Night number five at the telegraph
 Vengeance walk thru de doors
 So slow, so smooth
 So tight and ripe and - smash!
 Broke glass, a bottle finds a head
 And the shell of the fire heard - cracks!
 The victim feels fear
 Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat
 Oh, the stabbins and the bleedin' and the blood
 It's war amongs' the rebels
 Madness, madness, war