Herbie Hancock - Chan's song (never said) lyrics
[Herbie Hancock - Chan's song never said lyrics]
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge
The man in white, that's you, says
He has no friends
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning
In your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Well, you tell me that your
Lover has a broken limb you say
You're kind of restless now and
It's on account of him
Well, I saw the man in question
It was just the other night
He was eating up a lady where
The lions and Christians fight
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mind
(You tell them now)
Ah, there is no comfort in
The covens of the witch
Some very clever doctor went
And sterilized the b
And the only man of energy
Yes the revolution's pride
He trained a hundred women
Just to kill an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
Oh, no, there are no
No grapes upon your vine and there are
There are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
The man in white, that's you, says
He has no friends
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning
In your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Well, you tell me that your
Lover has a broken limb you say
You're kind of restless now and
It's on account of him
Well, I saw the man in question
It was just the other night
He was eating up a lady where
The lions and Christians fight
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mind
(You tell them now)
Ah, there is no comfort in
The covens of the witch
Some very clever doctor went
And sterilized the b
And the only man of energy
Yes the revolution's pride
He trained a hundred women
Just to kill an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
Oh, no, there are no
No grapes upon your vine and there are
There are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine