Is the music of grove skin rockSoaked in the diesel of was boys war?Blood, black gold and the face of a judgeIs the
music calling for a river of blood?Beat the drums tonight, AlphonsoSpread the news all over the groveThe big meeting has de
cidedThat total was must burn on the groveDoes it mean I should take my macheteTo chop my way through the path of life?Doe
s it mean I should run with the dog packIs that the way to be the one to survive?Never need a gun says Tai ChiMove on up to
dragon snaps his tailFall back on still watersHammer with his eye on the nailSpread the word tonight please, SammyThey're
searching everyhouse on the groveDon't go alone now, Sammy!The wind has blown away the corner soulTell the news for me, Sa
mmyThey're searching every place on the groveBut don't go down alone new, Sammy!The wind has blown away the croner soulIs
the music calling for a river of blood?