All the fur and fin will lose again 
Cause our better is their worst reckonin' 
And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed 
And how will we replace that symphony? 

I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin 
Satisfy my sugar tongue again 
SING ME LULLABIES OF shoe-shine days 
GILDED verses for your ethylene 
And sing it to me free and clean 

All the [bad word] home with foreign limbs 
from hunting trips abroad they lose again 
and we'll teach them how to talk 
and whistle while they walk 
and do the dirty work of battle hymns 

I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin 
Satisfy my sugar tongue again 

[ From: [bad word] /www [bad word] sugar-tongue-lyrics-indigo-girls.html ]

Sing me love that buys us shoe-shine days 
Guilded verses for your ethylene 
And sing it to me free and clean 

Drinking tea with milk and Janjaweed 
Pontificate on genocide or greed 
With a spoonful of DISSENT 
For the orchestra of need 
Is just enough to please this colony 

I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin 
Satisfy my sugar tongue again 
SING me lullabies and morphine dreams 
Belladonna with her atropine 
And sing it to me free and clean