Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky / Waiting for me when I die / But between the day you're born and when you die / They never seem to hear even your cry / So as sure as the sun will shine / I'm gonna get my share now of what's mine / And then the harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all / The harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all / Well the officers are trying to keep me down / Trying to drive me underground / And they think that they have got the battle won / I say forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done / And I keep on fighting for the things I want / Though I know that when you're dead you can't / But I'd rather be a free man in my grave / Than living as a puppet or a slave / Yeah, the harder they come, the harder they'll fall one and all //

Jimmy Cliff