white lord jesus - showtime! lyrics
raven paces the floor
he opens the door and flies away
his head’s a piano no black man can play
the bars were all smashed in the fray
in the fray
hurry up, please, it’s time
she hands him a dime to put in the slot
his fingers still wet from her rot
it could have been me, but it’s not
it’s not
my cha+cha+cha
my cha+cha+cha
my cha+cha+cha
my chances of success appear to be slim
all raise their glass eye to him
this party is swinging like n+ggers from trees
the fires you’ve lighted are making me freeze
and now there’s no reason to stay
i think i’ll call it day
you can call it by every name that you know
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it looove
call it looove
call it looove
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
call it love
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