Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song List of Demands (Reparations), artist - Saul Williams. Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Song language: English
List of Demands (Reparations) |
| I want my money back |
| I’m down here drowning in your fat |
| You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack |
| I ain’t afraid of you |
| I’m just a victim of your fear |
| You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear |
| I got another plan, one that requires me to stand |
| On the stage or in the street, don’t need no microphone or beat |
| And if you hear this song, if you ain’t dead then sing along |
| Bang and strum to these here drums till you get where you belong |
| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth! |
| You wanna be somebody? |
| See somebody? |
| Try and free somebody? |
| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth |
| Hand to mouth |
| I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room |
| I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom |
| I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear |
| But when I played it in my head, I made you reappear |
| I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part |
| And then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart |
| I taped it to my heart, dear girl, I taped it to my heart |
| And if you pull away from me, you’ll tear my life apart |
| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth! |
| You wanna be somebody? |
| See somebody? |
| Try and free somebody? |
| Got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth |
| Hand to mouth |
| Ecstasy, suffering |
| Echinacea, buffering |
| We aim to remember what we choose to forget |
| God’s just a baby |
| And her diaper is wet |
| Call the police, I’m strapped to the teeth |
| And liable to disregard your every belief |
| Call on the law, I’m fixin' to draw |
| A line between what is and seems and call up a brawl |
| Callin' 'em now 'cause it’s about to go pow |
| I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs |
| Call up a truce, because I’m 'bout to break loose |
| Protect ya neck, 'cause son, I’m breaking out of my noose |
| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth! |
| You wanna be somebody? |
| See somebody? |
| Try and free somebody? |
| Got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth |
| Hand to mouth |
| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth! |
| You wanna be somebody? |
| See somebody? |
| Try and free somebody? |
| Got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands |
| I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand |
| We’re living hand to mouth |
| Hand to mouth |