Wilson Joliet

(专辑： Honi Soit - 1981)

She was so afraid of everything she said
Since her mother told her why once upon a time
There was no rhyme
Before the clock slammed another door
On the weary hours we were facing a second hand Shylock
Shylocked in, in on us

I saw what it had taken
Playing back that old brigade of mine
Everything was dirty
Everything was dirty
Everything was without rhyme

'Cause me and Nigger marched
Yes, me and Nigger blasted our way outta here
Blasted our way out of here just like yesterday
Yesterday's streets burnt down
Burned out buildings reduced to shells

And mothers weep while children sleep
Like ancestors in the ground
In the ground
The misery of nuns crouched together like some
Who do not have the taste for the battle

We are shuffled like a pack of cards, like the dead of night
Like the lovers below Bataan, below the senses
'Cause the senses smell of tears
They smell of tears
Like me and Nigger

Me and Nigger marched
We and Nigger blasted
We and Nigger marched, one two
Me and Nigger blasted our way, one two three
We and Nigger blasted our way out
Close the door and let's have some private light
Me and Nigger one two three four five six seven
Eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen
Fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen
Twenty twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four
Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven