Texty:
Hazlewood Lee Cake Or Death

it smells just like freedom in this land I call mine, in this land I call mine. I never never started nothing. I never never never ran. I never fought or

suffer neurotic afflictions, you act like a boy but you're really a man could your mama have caused these conditions? No kisses are poses can cure your neurosis or

She rolls like a river she bathes in the sand she?s ice for a woman she?s fire for a man She?ll beat you at poker she?ll cheat you at dice she?s got

that's a white people thing that's a white people thing. It's so nice to live in the suburb where white is the absence of colour don't look for a brother or