Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Urban Tribal, artist - Thomas Dolby. Album song The Golden Age Of Wireless, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 28.06.1987
Record label: The Echo Label
Song language: English
Urban Tribal |
| She’d talk to boys |
| From the far side of town |
| And in a while |
| One chose her |
| They’d paint her face |
| Bringing gifts for her father |
| And shower her |
| With roses |
| In the early days |
| They used to laugh a lot |
| Now they don’t even smile very often |
| And their eyes seldom meet |
| If they can help it Urban tribal |
| The girl don’t have an answer to your call |
| Urban tribal |
| She won’t feed your babies anymore |
| She was the last in line |
| Ready to be taken for motherhood |
| Hand on Bible |
| Distill the urban tribal |
| From her blood |
| She’ll tell it all |
| The confession tonight |
| One prayer for hope |
| One for pardon |
| The early moon |
| And the glow from the powerplant |
| Will light her way |
| Back to (?) |
| In the early days |
| They used to laugh a lot |
| Now they don’t even smile very often |
| And their eyes seldom meet |
| If they can help it Urban tribal |
| The girl don’t have an answer to your call |
| Urban tribal |
| She won’t feed your babies anymore |
| She was the last in line |
| Ready to be taken for motherhood |
| Hand on Bible |
| Distill the urban tribal |
| From her blood |