Letra de Black Mould

Little black flowers that grow in the shower
the flora and the bora with the power so sour
to get into your body where they party, devour your soul
woh wo-oh
I'm sittin' on the floor while I stare at the walls
the spores in the walls well they get in my pores
the sun can't stop the march of this rot
and this mould will never die
die
die
Black mould
woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
Enter my mop on the table I hop
I'm tryin'a get the spot where the last black dot is
just outta reach I see it sittin' on the surface
this city is a swamp, and the fungus is a circus.
We're living in darkness in a river of shit
on a rainy little island in a fly infested spit.
We're dying in our bungalows, villas in the mist
in the valley of the saggy where the sun'll never kiss.
And it's a nice little place and it's cosy I suppose if you don't mind livin' in never ending woe
BLACK MOULD
Black mould
Black mould
Black mould
Black mould
Black mould
Woh-oh
Black mould
Black mould
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh