The Vine - Doe Paoro

Motherland, fatherland

The terra incognita of this otherness

Motherland, fatherland

Placenta of your traded dreams hovering

Na na-na na na

Na na-na na na

Well, we’ve been running these religions

For a long, long time

Womb to womb

Sky to sky

I might just take a blade to this vine

That got me drunk enough to delude

I could call anything mine

Motherland, fatherland

All your children are creators

If I’m the arrow to your bow

How much further must I roam?

Well, we’ve been running these religions

For a long, long time

Womb to womb

Sky to sky

I might just take a blade to this vine

That got me drunk enough to delude

I could call anything mine

Whoa na na-na na na

Na na-na na na

Na na-na na na