Humid bamboo frames The stench of dried up sugar canes Oh yells from the fields as they rattle the chain made from wood and steel Night and day the wind starts to change Leaking with ink scatters the page The name I've gained questions whether I'm normal or strange Shotguns raised towards my window sill I've been told they shoot to kill So duck for cover Stay stiff and still
Yeah you bargain with guilt Turning your head to ignore the begs Instead you give in to the suffering grin As they bring back incense and offerings Keeping them safe at guard By your doorstep 'til the morning comes Why are the cats praised for fur and grace When the dogs are caged and neglected like filth
And I can still hear them rattle the chain my babe Night and day it's time to give back what we never gave hey!
And the heat wears in I'm your slave Oh lord Night and dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
