CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Maroons
And of course, no such thing as danger, without purity, no such thing as blackness...
Caravans crisscrossin' dunes
And ants crawlin’ on the face of the moon
And 599 Trelawny Maroons marooned in the snow and gloom
In Nova Scotia colder than a tomb
And sour stinkin' handkerchiefs soaked in perfume
Female flowers drinkin' and [?]
I need a big gyal dem, let me be the little spoon and
No white saviors, look what happened to the Cubans
Reluctantly sold bud to my white neighbors when they moved in
Yup that’s right, harbingers abound
Locusts swarmin', you can't see the ground
The sun blotted out
The sound of plague rattlin' against the house
I knew it was over when I dropped a quarter in the class
Washington headass lookin' at me like, you outta gas
But what about the oil rivers?
Diamond mine glitters
H&H and all his b*t*hes
Suck you up with Pictures
The queen of England stealing voodoo scriptures
Paintin' foggy ass pictures of John [?], sugar cane strippin'
You don't know no name
And you don’t know me
Hottentot, T rounds clippin’
Tar babies spittin'
In the face of the clan, with the face of your man
In the kingdom of Ham
Son of climate change, Noah
Allowed to pick and choose in the Torah, my Lord
I’m just a blood pourer
Ten seconds left with the Earth in my hand
I'm the go-to sorcerer
It's a race
The longest race that's ever been known
Skull and bone, chaos and tone
The bell tolled, ringing ears with religion
Calculated division from the clocktower
You see the blood bank glisten
Moonstone, glistening silver silhouette
Of what’s lurking
Whispering in the shadows
Corrupt must, old spice, blood moon
The clock flocks like doves
Crying was what killing is now
Fat rendered down in the slow process of change coming
Interlocking around sounds, spinning disks
Moorish architecture, inside voices
Don't let them get ahold of the word
Let alone the design
Caravans crisscrossin' dunes
And ants crawlin’ on the face of the moon
And 599 Trelawny Maroons marooned in the snow and gloom
In Nova Scotia colder than a tomb
And sour stinkin' handkerchiefs soaked in perfume
Female flowers drinkin' and [?]
I need a big gyal dem, let me be the little spoon and
No white saviors, look what happened to the Cubans
Reluctantly sold bud to my white neighbors when they moved in
Yup that’s right, harbingers abound
Locusts swarmin', you can't see the ground
The sun blotted out
The sound of plague rattlin' against the house
I knew it was over when I dropped a quarter in the class
Washington headass lookin' at me like, you outta gas
But what about the oil rivers?
Diamond mine glitters
H&H and all his b*t*hes
Suck you up with Pictures
The queen of England stealing voodoo scriptures
Paintin' foggy ass pictures of John [?], sugar cane strippin'
You don't know no name
And you don’t know me
Hottentot, T rounds clippin’
Tar babies spittin'
In the face of the clan, with the face of your man
In the kingdom of Ham
Son of climate change, Noah
Allowed to pick and choose in the Torah, my Lord
I’m just a blood pourer
Ten seconds left with the Earth in my hand
I'm the go-to sorcerer
It's a race
The longest race that's ever been known
Skull and bone, chaos and tone
The bell tolled, ringing ears with religion
Calculated division from the clocktower
You see the blood bank glisten
Moonstone, glistening silver silhouette
Of what’s lurking
Whispering in the shadows
Corrupt must, old spice, blood moon
The clock flocks like doves
Crying was what killing is now
Fat rendered down in the slow process of change coming
Interlocking around sounds, spinning disks
Moorish architecture, inside voices
Don't let them get ahold of the word
Let alone the design
