Powderfinger "Black Tears" |
Fragile little thing Go lightly on the wing Don't be put off your game If troubled wind should blow you off your way Natural love and trust Have downed their tools and struck A nations heart, it rusts, it's no surprise, it seems so appropriate today Black tears on a red rock Fall right through and they dry up How could it fail to grab your attention? Black tears on a red rock These trees bear a strange fruit Harvestin' lies and poisoned blosoms of the truth There's blood on our hands, there's blood on our boots And black tears on a red rock Island watch house bed A black man's lyin' dead Island watch house bed A black man's lyin' dead Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |