Can't Sleep, Cannibals Will Eat Me

Coming up from the jungle with the tribal upbeat
Cannibalistic ska we roast the two-tone elite
Hit it with the softness of a block of concrete
Got a message for these streets so we won’t be discrete
Shooting straight for the heart (like a poison arrow)
Show you the lies in this world (like Morpheus to Neo)
Reporters for the truth (not Mike Monroe)
Start a skank circle, it’s time to go pyscho!