We were living in double-bubble, baby
We were treated by ricky-tricky ladies
But we can break through if we want to
Oh, love, we have keys to the higher ground
So, I want to be
You'll hear my first scream
My daddy is talking to me
Sweet butter and tea
Six Buddhas and me
My daddy is talking to me
We were divided in regions and religions
We were counted in nations, populations
But we can can break through if we want to
Oh, love, we have keys to the higher ground
So, I want to be
You'll hear my first scream
My daddy is talking to me
Sweet butter and tea
Six Buddhas and me
My daddy is talking to me
Is talking to me
So, I want to be
You'll hear my first scream
My daddy is talking to me
Sweet butter and tea
Six Buddhas and me
My daddy is talking to me
Is talking to me
Is talking to me
Is talking to me
Is talking to me