Is the music of grove skin rock

Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?

Blood, black gold and the face of a judge

Is the music calling for a river of blood?



Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso

Spread the news all over the grove

The big meeting has decided

That total was must burn on the grove



Does it mean I should take my machete

To chop my way through the path of life?

Does it mean I should run with the dog pack

Is that the way to be the one to survive?



Never need a gun says Tai Chi

Move on up to dragon snaps his tail

Fall back on still waters

Hammer with his eye on the nail



Spread the word tonight please, Sammy

They're searching everyhouse on the grove

Don't go alone now, Sammy!

The wind has blown away the corner soul



Tell the news for me, Sammy

They're searching every place on the grove

But don't go down alone new, Sammy!

The wind has blown away the croner soul



Is the music calling for a river of blood?