D G She sang like an angel D G To the chattering plates D G But your pimp and your pusher D G You both thought were great A D Well, you earned enough money A D To pay for your stuff A D It's great having brown skin A D It doesn't show up
D G You sang like an angel D G To the chattering cups D G At the end of the day D G You weren't tough enough A D Your pimp and your pusher A D Well, they beat you up A D Well, It's great having brown skin A D It doesn't show up D G Well, your voice became sand-paper D G Sand-paper worn D G As your heart it was broken D G Your heart it was torn A D And when you died A D The police all queued up A D It's great having brown skin A D It doesn't show up tabbed by timothio