Jacket and tie turn to skirt and lie
The people them beg, the people them ply
But no matter what we do, we cah get thru
Still she giving we damn curfew.
We send out a mail, we send out a text
BBM somebody shouting next
But no matter whe we do, we cyah get thru
Big fish sprat they still coming for you
The fish them big, the fish them small
Somebody make mammy bawl
Ambulance late and is past 9 too
What they want the people them to do
They call and they wait, but they cyah get thru
Poor boy killed, by the damned curfew.