The Zulus are rising from their shanty towns The Injuns are launching a counter attack The funeral pyre's burning as I strike a match And everything goes up in smoke again, oh
A white man is talking in a twisted accent Somewhere between British and Boer Says if you hate somebody lock them up, but I can't be sure if I'm just dreaming, I'm dreaming of
A choir is singing their voices ring out A child is bouncing on her mother's knee The cradle of mankind is waking at last Seeds grow where nothing ever grew before,
Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban Poison Durban Poison, oh oh oh oh, Durban PoisonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
