Testi:
Keziah Jones African Space Craft

Space and sound Are jesting with me Witness the way she agrees Cubic instantly Amazing creation Speaking in crimson She's a freshly created breeze Case

Oh, check me over Get this feeling pulling me under How can a country ask for more? But I can't refuse Everybody knows I got this hunger Everybody goes

See the man with the scar? He earns a whole lot'a money You won't find no trace of gunpowder On his hands See this muse in a dress? She's into guns '

Never gonna let you go Ain't gonna let you go Never gonna let you go Ain't gonna let you go Till you clean up the sea The water you left in me Never

lie on or die on Because they know that Wherever the thruth is born The day will come Some say that black is despair But you shine on Some say Africa'

Splash was the day That you got in my system Soul was the way It's a basic fascination Desire is to move Between your thighs and this song I said blind

Taxi awaits to bring me to thee But I'm a son of April And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! Yeah, the only African container of religious

Taxi awaits to bring me to thee But I'm a son of April And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey! Yeah, the only African container of religious