All About Eve - The Wedding Present

«Tom»

I’ve read this page a thousand times

It’s the only way that I could find to carry on

«Say.

Isn’t it a good life over here?

And can you catch another can of beer?

So sharp, so clear

You bet!

And a good kaffir I’ve never met

But you know this heat will make them sweat!»

Tin wall, hot flesh

Oh man, I’m too full of hate to shake your hand

And don’t you ever call me your friend

He’ll take this land

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?

Big game;

four begging children by the train

The Afrikaner does the same

Then gets back on again

And who’s she?

«They call he Black Revolution Eve»

On the master’s land she sowed some seeds

Today she leaves

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?

Did you try to imagine the hate

That a young boy could feel?