Inserted in each year were widowed days
Slow bloody Fridays filled with funerals
Of whites and blacks conquered by skies that rained
Whenever the devil’s wife had beaten her man
Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.
Lots of people talk and few of them know,
soul of a woman was created below.
God made food; the devil the cooks.