A Pound of Sugar
Album: KOORTWAH
By: KOORTWAH
By: KOORTWAH
Duration
3:42
Genres
Lyrics
i had children, yes, i once had sons they lived and learned, i guess they all died young i kept them hidden under a force field of flesh it's good, but it ain't good as a bulletproof vest i-i-i-i i-i-i want more time ain't the enemy, it just keeps score you had children, less by virgin birth you loved and lost, confess how bad it hurts they clung inside your body like fierce, feral cats their claws and teeth went wild, they tore you in half i-i-i-i i-i-i want more time ain't the enemy, it just keeps score i know what it's like to be a prince on the street poor men and the privileged pay pound of sugar melting on your tongue ain't sweet nothing ever tastes the same