Paris Is Burning - St. Vincent

I write to give word the war is over

Send my cinders home to mother

They gave me a medal for my valor

Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say

«I'm on your side when nobody is

'Cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip

Poison in your ear»

We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall

I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all

We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting

We are dancing a black waltz fair Paris is burning after all

Oh no Enclosed in this letter there’s a picture

Black and white for your refrigerator

Sticks and stones have made me smarter

It’s words that cut me under my armor they say

«I'm on your side when nobody is

'Cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip

Poison in your ear»

We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall

I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all

We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting

We are dancing a black waltz fair Paris is burning after all

Oh no Dance poor people dance and drown

Dance fair Paris to the ground

Dance poor people dance and drown

Dance fair Paris ashes now

Dance poor people dance and drown

Dance fair Paris to the ground

Dance poor people dance and drown

Dance fair Paris ashes now…