1965 (Duas Tribos) lyrics

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The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed.
The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst.
The fur balls flying, trees were dying--
dandelions were crippled, bald . . .
We saw it all in colour--
now we're waiting for the cloud.
A mother forcefed baby milk
which ticked and bubbled black.
She sank it back with plastic pills
although it stank . . . seemed thankful.
Rolled up in her sack,
she won't be back,
she won't grow old . .
We saw it all in colour--
now we're waiting for the cloud.
And crocodiles were sprouting wings.
Dead sheep filled the fields.
The children rode on locusts and
threw slings at anything
that could be killed and eaten raw.
No weeping sore, no claws, no balls . . .
We saw it all in colour,
now we're waiting for the cloud.
We're told it could be 15 days,
we're busy digging holes . . .
The deep ones for the pure, selected--
shallow ones for old and sick,
the derelicts, the poor,
the junkies, criminals, the whores.
There's more, there's red and yellow,
black and blue.
There's me, there's you.
(Waiting for the cloud.)

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