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Black Gold

Soul Asylum
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Two boys on a playground
Tryin' to push each other down
See the crowd gather round
Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd

Black gold in a white plight
Wont you fill up the tank, lets go for a ride
I dont care bout no wheelchair
I've got so much left to do with my life

Moving backwards through time
Never learn, never mind
That sides yours, this sides mine
Brother you aint my kind

Youre a black soldier, white fight
Wont you fill up the tank, lets go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Mother, do you know where your kids are tonight?

Keeps the kids off the streets
Gives em something to do, something to eat
This spot was a playground
This flat land used to be a town

Black gold in a white plight
Wont you fill up the tank, lets go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Black gold in a white plight
Wont you fill up the tank, lets go for a ride
I dont care bout no wheelchair
Ive got so much left to do with my life

inviata da Riccardo Venturi - 11/1/2007 - 14:51



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