Alba s touto skladbou:
Troubadour,
There is no way to write it, there is no way to fight it.
And I kick and scream but you got me despite it.
And I got my pride so I begin to hide it.
Like fire in Freetown you begin to light it.
Aha aha aha sidii hogasha roobka.
Ah ah aha you shine down upon me.
Aha aha aha sidii hogasha roobka.
Aha ah aha you shine down upon me.
By some higher order you keep getting bolder.
By god or by country you kill like a soldier.
By some widdle you sung little but scream mighty stronger.
Like fire in Freetown you old magic spoiler.
-Repeat chorus-
You place pins in my ribs and ask me to lie down.
My pain is your pleasure but pleasure is all mine.
You lend me your false ear and I lend you my false lines.
Like fire in Freetown I’m fueled by your gold mine.
-Repeat chorus-
She pulled out her match and she burned down my home.
Fire, fire.
She know it to touch me to turn me to stone.
Fire, fire.
She come like a storm and she rain on my lawn.
Fire, fire.
She pulled out her match and she burned down my home.
Fire, fire.
She come like a storm and she rain on my lawn.
Fire, fire.
She know it to touch me she know it I know.
Fire, fire.
She come like a storm and she rain on my lawn.
Fire, fire.
She pulled out her match and she burned down my home.
