Black like the Black like the home of time 
Green like the Green like the naive child 
You can't be ready for birth 
You can't be ready for life 
You can't be ready for death 
You can't be ready for time 
Horse doctor man will you take care of us 
I lost your name but I do know your alias 
Dry Dry like the desert wind 
Sharp like the weapons of war 
Broken like the will of a slave 
Cold like the eyes of a snake 
You can't be ready for birth 
You can't be ready for life 
You can't be ready for death 
You can't be ready for time 
Dry like the Sharp like the Broken like the Cold like the