Murder of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames

Black valley, peace beneath the city

Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say,

"Give me good legs and a Japanese car and show me a road”



Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank

A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain

Black valley, peace beneath the city

Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day,

“Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car and someone to free"



Sing a song for the body buried like a keepsake

Mother of million mouths with the very same name

Black valley, peace beneath the city

Where the women tell the weather but never ever tell you what they pray

They pray, "Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent

change"