© June 2000 Flying Stone
1
Walkin’ down a road, blue sky like a diamond.
White light heats the blood, the blood, the blood, the blood.
Climbin’ up a hill, olive trees like silver jewellery.
Hot wind heats the skin, the skin, the skin, the skin.
Chorus
Burn that hatred, burn it out! Out of my black mad heart, out of my black mad
heart.
Burn that love, burn it out! Out of my cryin’ soul, out of my cryin’ soul.
Burn that sadness, burn it out! Out of my crazy head, out of my crazy head.
Heyaha, heyaha, heyaha, heyaha.
2
Flyin’ through the sky, deep sea like a glass of wine,
blue birds pick the liver, the liver, the liver.
Divin’ in a cloud, white steam like a million needles,
flashes kill the thoughts, the thoughts, the thoughts.