Messengers
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
'cause I know I am on it
In this, the last time I
speak of it
the loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn't dead
One thing is true
Nothing is sacred
When everyone's talking
and nobody's listening
When we confide in all
those friends
they're just messengers
One thing is true
You throw the matters into
blue skies
turning to grey,
falling out every day
One thing that's free
I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
inside my head
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gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
sold in a market down in new orleans
scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
hear him whip the women, just around midnight
ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
drums beating cold english blood runs hot
lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
house boy knows that he's doing alright
you should a heard him just around midnight
ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
ah, brown sugar how com
sold in a market down in new orleans
scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
hear him whip the women, just around midnight
ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
drums beating cold english blood runs hot
lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
house boy knows that he's doing alright
you should a heard him just around midnight
ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
ah, brown sugar how com