Sudanese Lips Songtext
von The Taxpayers

My daughter, my son, with your HIV blood and
Your tar-blackened lungs inside
Send up a prayer from your thick, fleshy tongues
To above
Heaven be willing, and devils be slow, either
Take both, my children, away from me
Or fatten my stomach off the blood of the
Working, and the blood of the hopelessly poor

Away from me, always go far from me

Fictional files upon Sudanese lips: Subterfuge
Separate marrow that spins round within
Centrifuges


My son and my daughter, you are cannon
Fodder for the institution stronger than you
Send out a war cry, be brave before you die, and
Sink when the water drowns you
My daughter, my son, with your HIV blood, and
Your eyesight and hearing abused
Fatten my pockets, I will make you iconic, and
Once you′re fine, always confused

Away from me, always go far from me
Away from me, quickly go far from me

Fictional files upon Sudanese lips: Subterfuge
Separate marrow that spins round within
Centrifuges