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stretching far below
Endless pain and anguish, so many more to go

Crying out, it's all in vain
Every night it's always the same
Pluck out your eye,

told
Pluck them chickens
Scrub them pots and pans
You gonna churn that butter
'Til it cramp your hands
If you think hard work
Been doggin' you

are stalkin’
My thoughts, things
Pluck your veins like guitar strings
Harborin’ a criminal’s thought like a
Priest in a pew
Listening to children

I lick my finger and my thumb
I pluck your berries one by one
I save the nectar you secrete
Patiently sour turns to sweet

Do you recall when we

pankere, flog these fools
Odumodublvck, I go pluck bamboo
Chop banku, kiss and tell
I no dey for cock and bull
Babes wey dey find me plenty
I no dey for

beat time with the hammer-falls, I learned to pluck men from the grave

And earned the name of resurrection-man, plying that reviled trade

Narrator:

A song rises over the lilies (wah-ooh, wah-ooh)
Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
And over the bulrushes' swaying
To pluck at a pair of heartstrings