Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Hear
the old man talking of wins and losses
see
the young boy weeping in the house of the crosses
a
crying shame, without any doubt
Hear
the cheering crowd groan and moan
as
the old man climbs up the bishop's throne
So
do you know what I'm talking about?
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Now
watch the soldiers armed with bibles
just
another holy truth revival
I
bet you know the war is on
They
convert the poor by spreading the word
all
in the name of a voice unheard
but
next day they'll be gone
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
And
those who felt they had sinned could simply buy a pardon and,
in
exchange for their bodies, the old man said a prayer or lit a candle
to
save them from their sins. And so he did.
And
when the night comes and the lights turn out
no
one hears the young boy scream and shout
lost
in pain, trapped in black
(Listen!)
Hear the old man talking of cosmic losses
see
the young boy weeping in the house of the crosses
calling
the lord, but he never calls back
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, talking 'bout a black soul
Black
soul, black soul, let's talk about a black soul
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