King's X

King's X - Picture lyrics

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She was a white skinned black beauty,

the daughter of an Indian

Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois.

I call her mother.

He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman.

They say nobody was wilder,

but maybe his brother.

I call him father

She was young, calling love.

He was young, stealing love.

We all got together for the first time last September.

I said "Somebody take a photograph I've got a camera."

Now I got me a favorite picture.
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