Why boasteth thyself
Oh, mighty man
Playing smart
And not being clever
Working outquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah
I-dureth for-i-ver

If you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready to cut you down
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready to cut you down

These are the words
Of my master
No weak heart shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so)
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so)
Where there is no wood
I said the fire goes on
So we have to cut you down
Your dry wood
Without a doubt
These are the words
Of my master
No weak heart shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so)


If you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Well sharped to cut you down
If you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Well sharped to cut you down

Sharped, sharped