young blood

Arnaldo Baptista

If you can dig my music
You can dig my grave too
So clap your hands and pray for deep long diggings
The lipstick kiss of you, mannequin
Tastes like honey
You've got a whole lot of shake
Running in your warm young blood

So let it go, don't break my arm
Drop your guns and take it easy
Let the energy flow
Let's swim in electricity
Twist around the city
Let big brother drown in a sink

Lipstick him, if you know what I mean
Can you dig it, little child
Clap your hands, fury your heart
In the sunshine of your blood ? of young blood