Kamala Three

Bellow at a cause betrayed, conceal the bitter holy things, take them to your grave, don’t afford the Blues, let every bell ring, our day will come on cue, what a song they make, a curdled soup of crying, everyone knows their fate, dab perfume around the room, when called upon to bring, life to such a hula-hoop, watch ships in the bay, you really want to fling, salt on heartache far away, with the kids brand new, laugh at everything, even if it isn't true, don’t gamble all and say, their hate to me is nothing, can’t cheat a turning page, find this time to sing.