Black like the Black like the home of time 

Green like the Green like the naive child 

You can't be ready for birth 

You can't be ready for life 

You can't be ready for death 

You can't be ready for time 

Horse doctor man will you take care of us 

I lost your name but I do know your alias 

Dry Dry like the desert wind 

Sharp like the weapons of war 

Broken like the will of a slave 

Cold like the eyes of a snake 

You can't be ready for birth 

You can't be ready for life 

You can't be ready for death 

You can't be ready for time 

Dry like the Sharp like the Broken like the Cold like the