Attrition

White Men Talk

Attrition


Put on your head and call me, mummy
I'd make your bed and lie in it
Making love or making money
Have you heard of it?
I could murder it

White men talk

Dig up your past and call me trouble
Hold your breath or tongue inside
Paid you back I paid you double
The sunnyside of genocide

White men talk

Shoot from the hip and call me, sugar
I can't escape
Your rape or mine
Cause a fuss because your lover
Slept on dreams from time to time