Jaundice کے بول

Sometimes a child's born without any face At the breast of their own mother, right out of place Fire white Loaves carried home all dangle and dance Flour and water and a matter of chance Fire white Yeah, fire white All the bagmen wail But they don't, they don't know you Handshake, treacle, wail But they don't, they don't know you, baby Sometimes a child's born without any roots Send him to a oblivion, bound to his loot Fire white Yeah, threw my bottle in the bush on the night of the noose In a flash, I was ablaze, like a kite on the Moon And the fire was white Yeah, the fire was white All the bagmen wail But they don't, they don't know you Handshake, treacle, wail But they don't, they don't know you All the bagmen wail But they don't, they don't know you Handshake, treacle, wail But they don't, they don't know