Milk Sweet (Live) with henwrench

Recorded live on Br80 stereo mic for the protestfest.

Our henwrench then added some harmonies later.

Lyrics and music by OsCKilO

A man is as good as his word.
Never a truer word told.
When ever he lies, a part of him dies.
Left weaker the web he now weaves.

With the eyes of a child
You drink from the land
Milk sweet ,Now sour through scorn

A lie is fuelled upon fact.
Twisted till all it’s light lacks.
No glimmer of truth, a shack with no roof.
No proof in your doing today.

With the eyes of a child
You drink from the land
Milk sweet ,Now sour through scorn

A little man tells a big lie.
Sore necked, “there wolf” he does cry.
His eyes are for jewels, tax dollars, a cruise.
Who knows why he’s crying today.

With the eyes of a child
He drinks from the land
Milk sweet, Now sour through scorn