Brown skin in the kitchen,
China white washrag and the dollars,
On the table keep it quiet, quiet
Chorus
They come and go through the back door
Who’s keepin’ score who’s keepin’ …
Pension, weren’t no mention,
Medicaid? sorry, and the g-men,
Got the word in gettin’ wise, goodnight
Chorus
Pistol blew the whistle on the plan, mexican
And the river made of dollars made of sand
Chorus
I am shrouded in darkness
I crouched in wasted years
I lingered, i can’t get trough
Dazzled between far and near
Like the elegies relate to days beyond recall
I lingered in many memories
And again i stumbled through the back door
Seeing you , a misty shadow
I feel my repression
I can’t go on
And again i am falling backwards
Tomorrow i will be here again
A silent mute of a black desire
Tomorrow i will be here again
Tomorrow i’l be here again
Be here again
Be here again
I am tired of tears and laughter
Or what may come hereafter
I am weary of days and hours
Desires, dreams and powers
Although it makes me weep
It is you
I wanna keep
I wanna keep
