"Signing Off" (1980) [lyrics]
"Present Arms" (1981) [lyrics]
"Present Arms In Dub" (1981) [lyrics]
"UB44" (1982) [lyrics]
"Labour Of Love" (1983) [lyrics]
"Geffery Morgan..." (1984) [lyrics]
"Baggariddim" (1985) [lyrics]
"Rat In The Kitchen" (1986) [lyrics]
"UB40" (1988) [lyrics]
"Labour Of Love II" (1989) [lyrics]
"Promises And Lies" (1993) [lyrics]
"Guns In The Ghetto" (1997) [lyrics]
"UB40 Present The Dancehall Album" (1998) [lyrics]
"Labour Of Love III" (1998) [lyrics]
"The Very Best Of UB40 1980-2000" (2000) [lyrics]
"Cover Up" (2001) [lyrics]
"UB40 Present The Fathers Of Reggae" (2002) [lyrics]
"Homegrown" (2003) [lyrics]

"Tyler"

   
Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow
Federal government too much to help him
It's been nearly five years
And they won't let him go

[Chorus:]
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so

Testify under pressure, a racist jury
Government lawyers its all for show
With rows of white faces
False accusations
He's framed up for murder
They won't let him go

[Chorus]

Police gun was planted
No matching bullets
No prints on the handle, no proof to show
But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
They show him no mercy
They won't let him go

[Chorus]

Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow
Federal government too much to help him
It's been nearly five years
And they won't let him go

[Chorus]

"King"

   
King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified.
Tried in vain to show them how.
And for that you died.

You had a dream of a promised land.
People of all nations walking hand in hand
But they're not ready to accept
That dream situation, yet.

King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified.
Tried in vain to show them how.
And for that you died.

"12 Bar"

   
[Instrumental]

"Burden Of Shame"

   
There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name
Criminal acts we must pay for
And our children will shoulder the blame

I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame [Repeat]

As a nation we're following blindly
No-one stops to question why
Our money's supporting an army
And a boy in Soweto dies

I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame [Repeat]

Must we go on ignoring forever
The cries of an African son
There's a soldier's hand on the trigger
But it's we who are pointing the gun

I'm a British subject, not proud of it
While I carry the burden of shame [Repeat]

"Adella"

   
[Instrumental]

"I Think It's Going To Rain Today"

   
Lonely, Lonely,
Tin can at my feet.
Think I'll kick it down the street,
That's the way to treat a friend

Broken windows and empty hall ways
Pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away.
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today.

Right before me, the signs implore me
Help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today.

"25%"

   
[Instrumental]

"Food For Thought"

   
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.

Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.

Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of Mary is born again today.

Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.

"Little By Little"

   
Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head.
Soon the red blood will be boiling.
And blue blood will be dead.
While we say.

Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down

Poor boy sleeps on straw,
The rich boy sleeps in bed.
That fat boy fills his belly,
My poor boys's a dead,
While we say.

Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down.

The rich man drives his car past,
The poor man on bare feet.
That rich man do get what he wants
The poor must know defeat,
While we say.

Little by little by little,
And stone by stone.
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down.