歌词
Sometimes they tell you that nothing is the worst
That this hunger that you're feeling
Should be passed off as thirst
Then they turn and tell you not to leave the hearse
That these lilies of the air are just your family curse
This girl, that girl
She counts the hours
This girl, black girl
She wears flowers
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Well, the ship came through the harbour
And the sails wore the sun
The captain nodded slowly and assembled everyone
And the matron clears her throat to sing
And the doctor takes a drink
Down below the convicts fall
Because skeletons don't think
This girl, that girl
She counts the hours
This girl, black girl
She wears flowers
This girl, that girl
She counts the hours
This girl, black girl
She weras flowers