Jealousy my devil
Jealousy my hell
Jealousy insomnia
Jealousy sleep well
Innocence is heaven
Innocence is hell
Innocence in everyone
Innocence is dead
Four and twenty black boys
Singing in the street
Getting high on most things
Wishing they were free
My angel, my devil
My hell, my heaven
My storm, my calm
My photograph, my palm
Four and twenty white boys
Singing in the the street
Getting high on most things
Wishing they were free
Ive been your preacher
Ive been your boy
Ive been your teacher
Ive been your joy
Ive been your drunk
Ive been your home
Ive been your rock
Youve been my stone
Four and twenty poor boys
Singing in the street
Getting high on most things
Wishing they were free
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