Black Cauldron Songtext
von Mon Rovîa

Whittle me ′til I'm little me
Back to banyan trees, cassava leaves
War-torn screams, Maria
Birthin′ me in a black cauldron
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) black cauldron
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) mm, yeah, hmm

Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you

One for the Bible
Two for the children with the rifles
Three for survival
I'm runnin' in the cycles
I′m runnin′ in the cycles


Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you

(Ooh)
(Ooh)

Mama, I don't wanna cry no more
Mama, the kids are burnin′ church next door
Mama, I can feel the breeze in my evenin'
Mama, tell me there′s a reason for livin'

Mama, I don′t wanna cry no more (I walk, step forward into some blurry future)
Mama, the kids are burnin' church next door (my past far behind)
Mama, I can feel the breeze in my evenin' (sometimes it calls, there must be a reason)
Mama, tell me there′s a reason for livin′ (that you're on my mind)

Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you right back
Some things, they can take you