baal khade jaise dambar laga rakhya
baal khade jaise dambar laga rakhya
iske gale mein padi se bell ke saalo manas se
baal khade khade khade
jaise dambar laga rakha

kardi kardi pant pehn reya
kardi kardi pant pehn reya
bushirt jano to jail ke salo manas se
baal khade daambar laga rakhya

git pit bole angreji bhasa
jung lagya loha dikhe kansa
git pit bole angreji bhasa
jung lagya loha dikhe kansa

sutta sutta baat udave
sutta sutta baat udave
sutta sutta baat udave
culture me hai fail ke saalo manus se

baal khade khade khade
jaise dambar dambar dambar
dambar dambar dambar dambar
baal khade jaise dambar laga rakhya
iske gale mein padi sey bell o salo
re iske gale mein padi se bell ke salo
ke salo manas se

Hair, a tarred silhouette against the dawn,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, a brand new morn.
Around his neck, a vine, a choking grace,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, upon his face.

Rough painted walls, a prison's dreary hue,
Rough painted walls, a life he can't undo.
A life, a jail, of souls he used to know,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, a seed he'll sow.

He stutters English, fractured, cold, and bare,
Like rusted iron, tarnished everywhere.
He stutters English, harsh and undefined,
Like rusted iron, leaving truth behind.

He blows the smoke, his words like ash they fly,
He blows the smoke, beneath a vacant sky.
A culture choked, a sickness in the air,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, a life to bear.

Hair, a tarred, tarred, tarred, a darkened plea,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, for all to see.
Tarred, tarred, tarred, the shadows creep,
Hair, a tarred silhouette, where secrets sleep.
Around his neck, the vine, a choking plight,
Around his neck, the vine, and fading light.
A soul, a soul, a fading, fading light.