Douwe Bob
Douwe Bob - Black on my pallet songtekst
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Because you’re black on my pallet, bitter to the taste Tears on my pillow, my arms around your waist There was a time that I loved you, and wrapped you in lace Now it’s black on my pallet, and bitter to the taste Is there a sentence towards the helpless, is there a cry to catch ones breath Is there a judge in this courthouse, who would sentence me to death I am an outcast to your family, I’m a leopard in your home Even the cat fucking hates me, and to church I wouldn’t go I’m black on your pallet, I’m bitter to the taste Tears on my pillow, my arms around your waist There was a time that I loved you, and you wrapped me in lace Now it’s black on my pallet, and bitter to the taste There I stand as you had long said, the dying child in my arms and a bottle of rye in my hand Whispering words of freedom, I’m singing words of freedom, screaming words of freedom Oh, I’m black on your pallet, I’m bitter to the taste Tears on my pillow, my arm around your waist There was a time that I loved you, and you wrapped me in lace Now it’s black on my pallet, and bitter to the taste