| Lucifer, son of the mourning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| Satan is an evilous man | |
| But him can't chocks it on I-man | |
| So when I check him my lassing hand | |
| And if him slip, I gaan with him hand | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| Him haffi drop him fork and run | |
| Him can't stand up to Jah Jah son | |
| Him haffi lef' ya with him gun | |
| Dig off with him bomb | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase Satan out of earth | |
| I'm gonna put on a iron shirt and chase the devil out of earth | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| I'm gonna send him to outta space to find another race | |
| Satan is a evilous man | |
| But him can't chocks it on I-man | |
| So when I check him my lassing hand | |
| And if him slip |