Lyrics

Sitting in the parlour offerings of flour Milk plantain rice for the bridal shower Slaughter a goat, two chickens and a ram Sister Sade give me another round of rum Palm wine bottle of star nothing to pay for We're not missing the chance offer of labour Reducing me to pity Ju-ju for her tata Poison for your toto If you see me Auntie You better take a photo Hollywood baby doll Don't sleep too long you might miss your train Get on board now you ticking time bomb Pull up trousers and fix your braids Wondering eyesore watch out for the typhoid And other things that possess your veins Walking through the gutter on the way to the church Another trimester to pull you out the dirt, dirt AK-47, take my brethren straight to heaven Tell the story that I'm living say the words and I am smitten Some call it pussy, I call it kitten, it all depends on how it's written Got me feeling Presbyterian, but inside I'm still Liberian Never find peace the war is too pretty I'm wired up wrong the girls don't pick me I run like someone's pulling me back, pulling me, back pulling, me back No way No way No way No way AK-47, take my brethren straight to heaven AK-47, take my brethren straight to heaven AK-47, take my brethren straight to heaven AK-47, take my brethren straight to heaven No way No way No way No way
Writer(s): Kayus Bankole, Graham Hastings, Alloysious Massaquoi, Timothy Brinkhurst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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