She was so afraid of everything she said   Since her mother told her why once upon a time   There was no rhyme   Before the clock slammed another door   Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock   Shylocked in, in on us      I saw what it had taken   Playing back that old brigade of mine   Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme   Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme   Cause me and nigger marched   Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out   Of here just like yesterday      Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells   Mothers weep while children sleep   Like ancestors in the ground   The misery of nuns lie together like sons   Who do not have the taste for the battle      We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night   Like lovers below bataan, below the senses   Cause the senses smell of tears   While we and nigger marched   Blasted our way out of here   Close the door and let's have some private life