Lyrics Cyril's Blood - Kele

Cyril's Blood

The more they try to fuck with him
The more he stands his ground
He’s reading dirty cartoons and playing guitar all day
They will not let him finish or make up for lost time
But he’s sure that he’ll make it home fine
His eyes are locked in battle
He will not be talked down
He’s rolling dice for 6's and drinking palm wine
He gave himself a new name
The only one he’ll answer to
It takes a lion to tame a leopard
Ya-da-were ya-da-were
Cyril’s blood is flowing in me
There’s juju in the village, they put a hex on him
You can lead a bull to water
But you cannot make him drink
Wife number 1 is sulking but she’ll get used to it
One woman is never enough
The more they try to hold him
The more he pulls away
No time for city people or what the elders say
The problem child is golden and it’s time to be saved
If you’ve got to fight you must be brave
Ya-da-were ya-da-were
Cyril’s blood is flowing in me
The troublemakers in my blood
All down my line are on my mother’s side
The more they try to fuck with him
The more he stands his ground
He’s reading dirty cartoons
And playing jacks in the yard
They will not let him finish
Or make up for lost time
But he’s sure that he’ll make it home fine