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As Yet Untitled - Trence Trent D'Arby

Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high

Far from a river where things grow green

The flowers weep and they lean away

From the blood stained soil beneath my feet

The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose

And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink

On propaganda page

That will rule your life and fuel my rage

I tried to bend my knees

But my knees were already bent

I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now

I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day

I guess I'll just have to depend on me

Shall I tell my children if they ask of me

Did I surrender forth my right to be

Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground

And this same ground still haunts me

The cool September blows the seeds away

The harvest blown again this year

But I'll return a stronger man

I'll return to me my homeland

No grave shall hold my body down

This land is still my home

I said:

But I'll return a stronger man

I'll return to me my homeland

No grave shall hold my body down

This land is still my home

This land is still my home