John Holt - The Burning Sun lyrics

rate me

Livin' in the city but the life ain't pretty and the burning

sun, the burning sun

Livin' in the city but the life ain't pretty and the burning

sun, the burning sun

When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I know the good, I know the bad

I know the ugly cause in the city there is no pity

Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the

burning sun

Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the

burning sun

When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I know the good, I know the bad

I know the ugly cause in the city there is no pity

Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the

burning sun

Livin' in the city where the life ain't pretty and the

burning sun, the burning sun

Livin' in the city where the life ain't pretty and the

burning sun, the burning sun

Mummy's a trader, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun,

in the the burning sun

When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I want to know right now, when will I be released

From all this burden and greed, oh, but I'm tryin and tryin'

Oh yeah, when will I be released, oh yeah