Brazzaville

There? s a little cloud
Forming in the dawn
Forming in my mind
I better lie down
Seaweed in my teeth
In my bleeding gums
Oh the winter sun
It makes my brain numb

They say when you die
There? s a purple hum
And you feel real calm
And everything? s one
But until that day
We have bleeding gums
And the winter sun
We better lie down

Oi chu seh yo
Oi cho-a heh yo
Dhal chu seh yo
Dhal cho-a heh yo