Letra de Said Simone
Down by the old cemetery
where the presidents rot
down by the tombstones
beyond the moaning gates
where all the old men wait,
well dressed and underground.
Yes the black buzzards smile.
Oh yes, the gates they moan.
Calling for me to rescue.
There she is, enter Simone.
I swear we're all there.
Right there, we moan, calling her to rescue.
"We pray you never leave us, our singing somber mistress."