Learning Portuguese

Um dois treis, everything’s gotta go

The old man had his reasons because he was tought so

A body of a soldier hunger and anger

A stolen mother tongue and a war on his shoulders

And one on my behalf i never signed up for

Saudade no meu curaçao

Essa lingua que eu canto não posso falar

Quatro cinco seis duno if anything’s changed

What a long walk what a nightmare, hurray independency, hurray

And all the bloody diamonds remain in someone elses hands

And while i shout for peace, i’m learning portuguese

There’s a war on my behalf that i’ve never signed up for

Saudade no meu curaçao

Essa lingua que eu canto não posso falar

Well how shity the past and how shitty malaria

And that sad mix of sunshine and poverty down there

Some time ago one went for a stroll for to leave nothing but shards, oh thank you lord

We’ve not talked this out back to buisness as usual

Everyone here loves a good robbery - shut up an work for me

Cry along the roads of our lovely city centers

With its bloody golden chapels see my sadness’ not invented