Far far away, there’s a mountain
Far far away, passes the rain
The water wall meets the fairway
The water wall cries on the bay
Insofar a pray wept his pain
Ruling’s weight unleashed hurricane
Insofar downfall heaped the lanes
Ailment’s weight’s overlaid with strains
Since he may had been frightened by the fury he didn’t retire
If the fit of anger cannot even touch him it’s cos’ he’s on fire
He’s faithful to a wind making him triumph this familiar ire
And I know it was the first of all his desire
Are you sure you don’t wanna take a bite in the strange fruit ?
Are you sure you’re willing to rot for the one ain’t got no root ?
Are you ready to ride on the back of the one whom ain’t got no foot ?