Small Axe - The Wailers

Why boasteth thyself

Oh, evil men

Playing smart

And not being clever?

I said, you’re working iniquity

To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)

But the goodness of Jah, Jah

I-dureth for-I-ver

So if you are the big tree

We are the small axe

Ready to cut you down (well sharp)

To cut you down

These are the words

Of my master, keep on tellin' me No weak heart

Shall prosper

And whosoever diggeth a pit

Shall fall in it, fall in it And whosoever diggeth a pit

Shall fall in it (… fall in it)

If you are the big tree, let me tell you that

We are the small axe, sharp and ready

Ready to cut you down (well sharp)

To cut you down

(To cut you down)

(To cut you down)

These are the words

Of my master, tellin' me that

No weak heart

Shall prosper

And whosoever diggeth a pit

Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit

Shall bury in it, uh (… bury in it)

If you are the big, big tree

We are the small axe

Ready to cut you down (well sharp)

To cut you down

If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that

We are the small axe

Ready to cut you down (well sharp)