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Katangering
18
Reggae
Utwór Katangering został wydany 18 stycznia 2026 przez P.M Quinns jako część albumu Together Again
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Data wydania18 stycznia 2026
WytwórniaP.M Quinns
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM100

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.M Quinns
P.M Quinns
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.M Quinns
P.M Quinns
Songwriter
Sir Sher Chandley
Sir Sher Chandley
Songwriter
Dr Liana Petranek
Dr Liana Petranek
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
My blood is draining
Through a copper sea
Thick and viscous
My death tastes like honey
Gotta do my morning routine, man
Lights, TV, kettle, fridge and stove
Iron, phone, computer and car
Copper currents and signals
In everything we use
So then why, oh why
Are the people of Katanga so poor?
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring, yeah
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
Anything you use
Say, are you Katangaring?
Pricing transfers and stock markets
Devices to keep moguls and investors rich
At the expense of what we own
Even that beneath our feet
Once taken and we're ruined
Point fingers at our incapacity
Give us under-education
And under-development
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring, yeah
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
Make a revolution of leaders
Clowns, quasi-aristocracy
Dolled up like masters
Fancy cars, mansions and watches
And kickback tender
Bribe kicks under the ass
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring, yeah
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
What about the holders of black gold, man?
Supposed to be in comfort and rich
Subjected to holy oil democratic wars
Religious racism on scriptures
Set by money counters and gun makers
False self-righteous priests of war
Drunk on power, addicted to greed
Routinely bombing innocents into misery
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
See the well-groomed spin priests
Selling lies as truth
Our verdant forests cut
Farmland cracked and fracked
Rivers in toxic spill
Feeding us genetically modified
I don't know what
Even sell us bottled rain to drink
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
It's all so damn insane, man
Funny how those who know
Are getting things right
Skins are always light
Hell man, tell you what
I need a bottle of bleach
And a one-way plane ticket
Meanwhile I'll just keep Katangaring
I'll just keep Katangaring
Ooh, ooh
I'll just keep Katangaring
Hell man, tell you what
Hell man, tell you what
Hell man, tell you what
Written by: Dr Liana Petranek, P.M Quinns, Sir Sher Chandley
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