Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know

We'll have to fight (We gon' fight) You're right, you're right, you're so right Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Brother you're right, you're right, We gonna fight (We gon' fight) Fighting for our rights Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Every

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know