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What mysteries flow Through these white folk's blood What secrets do they hide within? What sickbed words pass accoss their lips and what passions lie beneath their skin? And their lives played out like childrens games Under the summer sun with a knife and a gun A festered wound never heals On the backporch In the pawn shops Dusting off their father's guns Words like worms crawl through their brains Sermons fly from the preachers mouth but the auction block still remains Gagged and tied to a tree trunk After with a foxlike chase With dogs and chains In a field of white In the broad daylight The earth is black, black with blood Letras de cancionesthey were friends and they were brothers. Life goes on Across the railroad tracks A flood of tears has come and gone Autumn comes White folks settle down and the preacher's quoting Luke and John And its peace and plenty in he country And the way we are we are we will remain The world keeps spinning round and around and around Just keeps spinning round and around and around Everything's still the same Life goes on like before On the street on the porches In our homes, in our towns What we see all around us Life goes on like before While we sit in the doorway All around, all our lives All we do, no surprises From Letras Mania