Keziah Jones - African Space Craft Lyrics
Spoken intro)Class programme for theAfrican Anarchist14 carats he pleadedYeah, just let me take thegrain like a criminal shouldBurdens? As in work-horse?God works in mysterious waysbut never as a coolieNever as a coolie in the sweatshop of a deranged mindHer chocolate stain isThe envy of caucasia.On these empty pagesLies an ejaculatory speechWill his letter survive?Will the words ever reach?Tell me will his letter survive?Will the words ever reach their destination?Well I can hear the call of the MosqueAnd the ringing of the bellsYeah, everlasting peace on earthAnd the casting of spellsI can see thin white strips of cottonAnd an ol' wide broomI can see their feelings all wrapped up and muffledIn an emotional roomNow, it's the 10th of JanuaryAnd a Taxi awaits to bring me to theeBut I'm a son of AprilAnd, the only African container of religious sound. Hey!Yeah, the only African container of religious soundSo they make love on the 11th, ***** on the 12thAnd on the 13th they departBack to the world of school uniforms,Perfects with guns and jackboots with heartWould a true story of cultural splintersEver shred you as a tear?They were making love on a bed of emotional RizlaTo burn away the fearThey were making love on a bed of emotional RizlaTo burn away the fear
