The Burning Sun

John Holt

Livin' in the city but the life ain't pretty and the burning sun, the burning sun
Livin' in the city but the life ain't pretty and the burning sun, the burning sun
When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I know the good, I know the bad
I know the ugly cause in the city there is no pity

Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the burning sun
Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the burning sun
When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I know the good, I know the bad
I know the ugly cause in the city there is no pity

Mummy's a healer, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, the burning sun
Livin' in the city where the life ain't pretty and the burning sun, the burning sun
Livin' in the city where the life ain't pretty and the burning sun, the burning sun
Mummy's a trader, daddy's a preacher in the burning sun, in the the burning sun
When will I be released from this burden and this greed, woy

I want to know right now, when will I be released
From all this burden and greed, oh, but I'm tryin and tryin'
Oh yeah, when will I be released, oh yeah
Quiet Place - The Paragons (J.Holt)

There's a man that lives next door
In my neighbourhood,
In my neighbourhood
He gets me down

He gets in so late at nights
Always a fuss and fight
Always a fuss and fight
All through the night

I've got to get away from here
This is not a place for me to stay
I've got to take my family
And find a quiet place

Hear the pots and pans they fall
Bang! against the wall
Bang! against the wall
No rest at all

He gets in so late at nights
Always a fuss and fight
Always a fuss and fight
All through the night