Sumo

Babylon town is B.A. town too, brother,
you’d better remember that

Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time

Well, I’ve been downpressed
treading on the Wine-press,
in a right mess,
after fifteen years of madness.

Well, I ve been gone down,
with a smile, without a frown.
and I even dance the tango
without being a Guarango.

Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time

Well, do the Sun dance,
’coz you won’t get a second chance
and move real well now,
’coz you might just go to hell now

And love your brother
like you should ve loved your father
Do it good now,
’coz you know it’s understood now
that it’s...

Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time
Oooh, survival time

No bugle n jungle for I
no ruffer tumble
no finger in the eye
no sand no blood on the sky

Just blood on the sand
eyes dead enough?
your conclusions are fanciful delusions
but i tell you.