Classic Tribe
Jamaican Me Sane
Blind, bold jesuitHung up the son of godI hung him up tooIn the corner on the wallWalk 33 more steps to your final groundsI'll take 22 more steps to relieve myselfI'll never love again4 footprints in the sandNo no now 2 footprints in the sandThe only point don't ever need a sideIt calmly rocks the cradle of my mindInto infant sights and infant soundsBlurs and tiny terrors are the nowWho sold out who in the end?Mother and child play in the garden of edenForbidden fruit around the bendI pick one and feed it to my friends.
From Letras Mania