It's so imperfect, so unfair/ I know, I know, I know: "not all millionaires"/ "not all men," "not all white folk"/ repeatin' it as you're leavin' in the last life boat/ ...the titanic was too big to fail too/ so your driver, your cook, that kid in the mail room/ shout to every iceberg sweatin'...
Here's me and Lucien Parker with a million bars over this Katrah-Quey track.












