[Verse 1]
All the fur and fin will lose again
'Cause our better is their worst reckonin'
And our fine feathered friends will sing until they bleed
And how will we replace that symphony?

[Chorus]
I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin
Satisfy my sugar tongue again
Sing me lullabies of shoeshine days—
Gilded verses for your atheling—
And sing 'em to me free and clean

[Verse 2]
All the kids come home with foreign limbs
From hunting trips abroad they lose again
And we'll teach them how to talk
And whistlе while they walk
And do the dirty work of battlе hymns

[Chorus]
I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin
Satisfy my sugar tongue again
Sing me lullabies of shoeshine days—
Gilded verses for your atheling—
And sing 'em to me free and clean
[Verse 3]
Drinking tea with milk and Janjaweed
Pontificate on genocide or greed
With a spoonful of dissent
For the orchestra of need—
Is just enough to please this colony

[Chorus]
I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin
Satisfy my sugar tongue again
Bring me lullabies and morphine dreams
Belladonna with her atropine—
And sing it to me free and clean