An all white jury hides the executioners face. See how we are, me and you?. Everyone here needs to know their place. Let's keep this blackbird hidden in the flue Oh, Jena. Oh, Jena. Oh, Jena
An all white jury hides the executioner's face. See how we are, me and you?. Everyone here needs to know their place. Let's keep this blackbird hidden in the flue. . Oh oh oh Jena. Oh oh oh
together fall apart. And in Battersea power station, the fisher king. Ponders on his ruin, among many other things. He folds his broken hands, . Surveys his barren lands, . And prays for hope to whisper
