Testo di A.D.

Born in a mission town bred with the fist of our father You take the pole axe out of your spine, push your shoulder blade back in its place But I need a pseudonym, calm as a lunatic, all set I need a black woman in the bow zone with the breadth of my elephant ore And you pushing pencils and I mean to rent you that's okay A little heartbeat, that pluck of my heart, the sum of all elements say Slave, underneath the banner of wanting It always takes me there Back into the days I was hoping Slave, it’s real life happenin’ So I get my papers in line and I get a fake passport With all my decisions made [?] them many a time And you slumped across the grave, lorn with a bottle of maker’s I got my hot flash out of my skull, I’m leaving this, never again Slave, underneath the banner of wanting It always takes me there Back into the days I was hoping Slave, it’s real life happenin’ It’s real life happenin’, oh It’s real life happenin’ I said I’m coming down I’m coming down Slave, underneath the banner of wanting It always takes me there Back into the days I was hoping Slave, it’s real life happenin’ Oh, you’ll never get older, you’ll never get older