• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Black Mama - Jerry Lee Lewis
• Black Jimmy - Radio Dead Ones
• Black Mummy - Death SS
• Black Room - Krux
• Black Room - Burden

Left at the door of a stranger
I was left there in the middle of the night
left by someone who couldnt keep me
but what she did turned out just right
in a little southern town by a river
in a building called sheer croppers shack
lord i was raised from a babe to manhood
by a mama who was black
to me she was my mama
though blood didnt do this
she had love that was more than sufficient
from a mama who was black
I never knew brothers and sisters
I never had a dad to call my own
but as long lord as i can remember
black mama she made a good home
Im sure that most folks it looked different
when they saw me upon her old knee
for as I grew up and we traveled around
when they saw black mama and me
to me she's still my mama
I know blood I could never do that
but I had love that was more than sufficient
by a mama who was black
I recieved a message of sadness
I ran to her side right away
but before I could speak with her
black mama passed away
today for me neighbors is a sad one
as I stand with my tears running free
her life here on earth is over
god took black mama from mama
to me she was my mama
though blood didnt do that
she had love that was more than sufficient
from a mama who was black
but I had love that was more than sufficient

jimmy goes back in his family tree
jimmy wants his own identity
a picture of his grandpa
playing charanga in the 40's in havanna
his dad ran away from the communists
got a reason why he stranded here
his mom was a woman to fall in love with
he had serious intensions, he was sincere
he never felt home at this place
always he was called black jimmy
black jimmy stay rude
black jimmy go on
someday you will find your home
jimmy's going back, looking for roots
jimmy only wants to know the truth
born at the edge of society
he never felt home, he never felt free
white
like the family of his mother
white

And black dry tears rolled down from your empty orbits
while you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour
the colossal pomps of this withered remote times
and you regret impotent your depressing existence.
You oh Pharaoh, you oh so great and lofty King
you without peace are now obliged to be derided
exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of curious
they don't understand the tragedy of your poor remains.
To be a Black Mummy!
And now you return to that fatal cursed day
first you had power and shortly afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragged bandages for an arcane doom
you hear again the strange words of the Nile's Priest.
That you consecrated immortal as your ancestral will
with holy bandages, the oils and the unknown baptisms
and at last this strange state that you've never forecast
dead among the living and alive among the dead!

Eleven days and seven hours
I'm counting the flow the loss
The time that flies the death the flowers
Dreams that become my own cross
Two steps behind me the dyer maker
Walking around in my room
A breath of mould whispers "you creator
of revolution and doom"
Didn't think you would find me in here
Tried to leave but there's nothing out there
You told the truth I'll be dead forever
You said there's no love in my world
At my doorstep you laughed as ever
I thank you for letting me know
In my black room
Revolution and doom
In my black room
Revolution and doom
In my black room

As I walk into a black room
I can feel the relieve (sic)
A million rays of light
Have worn out my skin
Oh and as I shut the door
Silence is veiling me
Veiling me finally
A room so dark
Couldn't tell if it's white
It's darker than the deepest shade of black night
Where's it to be found
Oh take me into the black
Where's it to be found
The black room
The road to ruin is paved
Oh crumbling crooks
I chase my decay
When you walk through minds
And up to the spirits you rise
When there is no sound
And you can feel the pull of time
Your body is a crook that must be
Left behind
Where's it to be found