Black boy dynamite blues
Comin to town at night to drink up and drop the news
“You’ll get yours, but I’ll get mine first…
…countdown your hour boy, ‘till the dynamite burst!”
Downtown full of gasoline fumes, black boy keep crossing the line
Hang on to the telephone, keep nicking nickle and dime
He’s here for the money, he’s here for the crash
Music that overlong dues to keep us remain insane
* He’ll (She’ll) give us love
Till the morning comes
Give all the love he (she) got
Then you’ll be getting some
Black girl run around town to keep up and sing the blues
..”Yea I’m pretty dolled up, but I ain’t nobody’s fool!”
She’s here for the lovin
She’s for the cash
Electric melodies buzzing thru the night
(To *)
Posting Komentar
Posting Komentar