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Ram Bhaile jogiya lakhs bairagiya
ki duno bhaiyya ho gaya fakir
are the tulsi ji's wastes in the womb
are duno bhaiyya prayogiya me bheekh
sarson's butter dhai hai hai
that the bath has spoiled the farm
I am still talking to you in Brindavanawa
that Radha is talking to you today
and this is the joke that Radha is not talking to me
Where are you sitting now? bajay
The brother's blood is filled with sarson
His father is a spoiled child
Are the son's parents spoiled because he is
Are you hiding in the cell
Demons in my dreams at night
working my mind like a scythe
filling up my thoughts with dread
working this land until i am dead
i got a devil in me feelin
sending shivers down my spine
shaking my soul to a grind
making me run, i'm outta time
i been running like there is coming a war
sliding down with my cheap guitar
from bombay to zanzibar
dont think i am getting very far
we are getting very far
> br/>They live like children's children. duar
i lift my hands to bring to life
this land of mine in time
of strife work to make two end meet
and feel the soil beneath my feet
i am working my fingers to the bone
this land is hard as dry as stone
but i will be slaving till i am done
oh lord please don't leave me alone.