Black like the Black like the home of time
Green like the Green like the naive child
You can`t be ready for birth
You can`t be ready for life
You can`t be ready for death
You can`t be ready for time
Horse doctor man will you take care of us
I lost your name but I do know your alias
Dry Dry like the desert wind
Sharp like the weapons of war
Broken like the will of a slave
Cold like the eyes of a snake
You can`t be ready for birth
You can`t be ready for life
You can`t be ready for death
You can`t be ready for time
Dry like the Sharp like the Broken like the Cold like the