Native Tongue

Cursed

Room Full of Sinners

Native Tongue

Tied to the stake, its a bad mistake, all day martyrs

Then they going to beat you harder like your father

Chained to the stocks, ain't no big shock, it ain't no bother

Then they going to whip you harder, whip you harder

Speak in the native tounge, listen 'till the band's done

Wake with the sun, now work your disease

Run it uptown on the westside 1, i got a 5 day martyr

Then they going to work you harder like your father

Beat it downtown with your fat-fat head,

Like the good-good martyr

Then they going to fuck you harder, fuck you harder

Speak in the native tounge, listen 'till the band's done

Wake with the sun, now work your disease

She's burning like a house on fire,

Turning like a pro-set liar

And the words she has never sung

Now she's speaking in the native tounge

She's burning like a house on fire,

Turning into miss conspire

And the beginning has just begun

Now she's speaking in the native tounge

She says...

Speak in the native tounge, listen 'till the band's done

Wake with the sun, now work your disease