They walk around in circles, round about the grave
They hide up in the mountains for 100 days
The mother sits bolt upright, shave off all her hair
Looks off to the distance madness in her glare
His body soaked in palm oil, washed with olive soap
 [bad word] coral and lime used to decorate the throat

Face decoration, betel nut and lime
Bathe the boy in coconut oil smooth and sublime
No point in self pity, no point being brave
No particular reason puts a young boy in his grave

25 women sing cascading down, sun i kamap sun i go daun
(sun i kamap sun i go daun)
Eh so misso randi
Ooh whatheri cure
Na muun
Ooh…ooh ya eh dari ah murray ah

Too much superstition, black magic abounds
Sun i kamap sun i go daun
Book of revelation, it may as well be fantasy land
Sun i kamap sun i go daun
If you believe in the kustom stories that your grandfather told
The bearded white guy will leave you behind
The devil will take your soul
(devil will take your soul, devil will take your soul)

On the toilet wall is a poster two roads i go where
 [bad word] if do [bad word] and dancing heaven is based on fear