African child / trapped in me
by Infant Sorrow
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I have crossed the mystic desert
To snap pictures of the poor
I´ve invited them to brunch
Let them crash out on my floor
There´s sunshine in my veins
My kitchen´s filled with flies
I´m crying out in vain
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame
My doors and windows shuttered I just can´t keep out the rain
There´s sunshine down in hell
My kitchen´s filled with flies
I´m crying out for help
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
All these blowjobs in limousines
What do they matters
What do they mean
To the little African child
Trapped in me
[Chant Africain]
African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
To snap pictures of the poor
I´ve invited them to brunch
Let them crash out on my floor
There´s sunshine in my veins
My kitchen´s filled with flies
I´m crying out in vain
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame
My doors and windows shuttered I just can´t keep out the rain
There´s sunshine down in hell
My kitchen´s filled with flies
I´m crying out for help
Like a little African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
All these blowjobs in limousines
What do they matters
What do they mean
To the little African child
Trapped in me
[Chant Africain]
African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me