Slave (Music & Lyrics by Bill Carrasco) Under the moon where the tangerines are blue I lit a match to see what I could do The papercut on my tongue is starting to change my mind I’m tired of playing dumb Everytime I turn around I was right No no no it’s not about left or right No no no it’s not about seeing a light It’s just about a little peace of mind It’s not too late It’s about time Slave I want you to come and take me away Oooh from all these chains of hatred and pain Oooh it’s all the same game It’s creeping up on me slowly I wasn’t quite sure but now I think I understand It’s getting hotter And the reasons just keep getting longer And the feeling just keeps getting stronger And the waves are pulling me under And I don’t have time to buy Everyday I die Everyday is wide Everyday is hotter and hotter everyday Llamas in a daze Crawling through amazing And all the purple haze
© Copyright 2005 Bill Carrasco & Lindsey Boise
