White Men Talk - Attrition

Put on your head and call me, mummy

I’d make your bed and lie in it

Making love or making money

Have you heard of it?

I could murder it

White men talk

Dig up your past and call me trouble

Hold your breath or tongue inside

Paid you back I paid you double

The sunnyside of genocide

White men talk

Shoot from the hip and call me, sugar

I can’t escape

Your rape or mine

Cause a fuss because your lover

Slept on dreams from time to time