I hold the hand of a pure black man
He walks in a quickened pace
"I'll take you to a special place"
There's a beach with purple sand
What a wonderfully delirious land
Intoxicated, I do say
"I want to stay here all day"
All day turns to months
I will never have enough
Time here with him
Figs of sin smell sweet and taste of rotten meat
I hope for a hero to one day
Come and take me away
Until then in paradise I stay
Watching the now blackened sand,
As it turns to clay.