Mr. Dread
In his palm
Holds my head
Like a sweet little baby

He makes the people around me
Look in the mirror
Scrutinising

Everyday it’s dread
Every minute every hour
It’s Dread

But when you’re there
With your voice like a magpies’
Cutting thru
To that sound of morning
Of newness
Of Peace

You take his place in my bed
There is no better cure for my head

Yeah baby that’s you
The one who

Makes Mr. Dread
Disappear from view