The rain is an African dance.
It leaps and jumps...

Pasty white skins
Imperialist ideas...

Its simple enough
to understand...

Love is a purple mango.
It is so delicious...

With three old men is no way to spend her Saturday...
Most would think that with such company life would...

Time and time again,
we all fall to our feet...

There's so much to say,
but nothing to say it with...

Someone i don't know someplace that is new
Someone that talks to cover the war waging inside...

Sliding my security over my trembling body
peering over the edge into the war outside my soul...