India in Her Eyes

Silent moving picture starlets
Licking baby magnolia fingers
Slick and soft won't touch a fly
Posters imposters idolize
The pain, the harvest, blue blood dye
Dying with India in their eyes
Living with India in their eyes
Starving with India in their eyes

Skeleton children of propaganda
Are doing their best to match your agenda
White pope, black pope, all the same
Watermelon bellies ache
Convulsions second, first the price
Dying with India in their eyes
Starving with India in their eyes

Black and white, the whispering tongue
7 million fans were wrong
Know the sin you're speaking of
Know the surface you walk on
You're too pretty for this land
Should've join the starlets, dance
With early stars, the desert
India just can't get better
Know the surface you walk on
Save the city, save the dawn
India, broken, in her eyes
Know the surface you walk by

Nothing but the aluminum wind
Vests of cement, footsteps scheme
Following the darkened stair, black door,
White door, all the same
Haboob hot on a winter day
India, broken, cannot change
Set your corpses for the sky
Flash the India in her eyes
Living with India in her eyes
Starving with India in her eyes