Jaundice

Sometimes a child's born without any face
At the breast of their own mother, right out of place
Fire white
Loaves carried home all dangle and dance
Flour and water and a matter of chance

Fire white
Yeah, fire white
All the bagmen wail
But they don't, they don't know you
Handshake, treacle, wail

But they don't, they don't know you, baby
Sometimes a child's born without any roots
Send him to a oblivion, bound to his loot
Fire white
Yeah, threw my bottle in the bush on the night of the noose

In a flash, I was ablaze, like a kite on the Moon
And the fire was white
Yeah, the fire was white
All the bagmen wail
But they don't, they don't know you

Handshake, treacle, wail
But they don't, they don't know you
All the bagmen wail
But they don't, they don't know you
Handshake, treacle, wail
But they don't, they don't know