Newspaper clippings pinned to the wall
And small photo album
That's all that's left
What's left of noxolo
Nice skull smooth and men's pants
Her forehead pressed to the tile
She was afraid of nothing
Fear of nothing Noxolo
She slept like stones
Before the sunrise
A little east of Johannesburg
She likes to discover her dusty feet
She liked to spit in the water
She drank the beer well ¨re
Like a brother, Noxolo
She said her prayers before daybreak
A little east of Johannesburg
She also loved the sweetness of the night
And the happy mouth of his lover
Under their tin roof
Shoulder to shoulder
How good they were like this
Without doing wrong, without making any noise
But simply in the same bed
They waited for him at the side of the road
Walled in wordless hatred
She didn't saw nothing coming, saw it coming, Noxolo
Under the orange moon, shards of glass
Became knives
Then they left him there, Noxolo
We got him found yesterday before daybreak
A little east of Johannesburg