Black

Lyrics by：Chan Marshall

Composed by：Chan Marshall

Produced by：Chan Marshall

La Grande Faucheuse

La Grande Faucheuse

La Grande Faucheuse

La Grande Faucheuse

La Grande Faucheuse

La Grande Faucheuse

Angel of Death

Let me tell you a story about black

The one memory and the one who threw it right back

He was down so I took a ride

He moved the westway out of there

So I took his advice

Oh two seconds flat

If I'd have know he woulda treated me like that

Whoa oh two seconds flat

How was I to know he woulda done me like that

He had an empty gaze

In his eyes like a bear

Took me firmly

I threw the coat away just like a foxy set

Oh whoa who's lookin' at ya

Who was a good kid when God was lookin' after ya

Wow oh who'll make it through

How was I to know he woulda done this to you

He made his move and I was down all along

I kept asking to come up for luck luck

I would take and he would turn and

Wait let me catch my breath

That's black if you can catch him with it

I was someone who believed in sin

He said I think I know just who that is

Whoa oh who's lookin' at ya

Who was a good kid when God was lookin' after ya

Whoa oh who'll make it through

How was I to know he woulda done this to you

Dead man now once was a friend

Ran all the way upstairs just to make my defense say you

Threw me in the bath with ice and a slab

Can of coke down my throat

Almost his whole hand went in

First I was amused closest to death I'd ever been

When the white light went away

I knew death was setting in

If I knew I would tell ya

To keep trouble off I tell ya

You're the next one to get

Left with this story that's when you go mad

That's black

Whoa oh Angel of Death who's that lookin' at ya

Who'll be a good kid now that I'm lookin' after ya

Whoa oh who'll make it through

How was I to know black would turn from me to you

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death