Interpret:

James Brown

Album:

James Brown Gold 2

Ladies and gentlemen
 Fellow Americans
 Lady Americans
 This is James Brown 


I wanna talk to you about one of our
 Most deadly, killers in the country today
 I had a dream the other night, and I
 Was sittin' in my living room 


Dozed off to sleep
 So I start to dreamin'
 I dreamed I walked in a place and
 I saw a real strange, weird object 


Standin' up talkin' to the people
 And I found out it was heroin
 That deadly drug that go in your veins
 He says 


I came to this country without a passport
 Ever since then I've been hunted and sought
 My little white grains are nothin' but waste
 Soft and deadly and bitter to taste 


I'm a world of power and all know it's true
 Use me once and you'll know it, too
 I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books
 I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks 


I can make a good man forsake his wife
 Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life
 I can make a man forsake his country and flag
 Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag 


Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
 But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
 In cellophane bags, I've found my way
 To heads of state and children at play 


I'm financed in China, ran in Japan
 I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam
 I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg
 Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg 


So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
 I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
 So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your best
 To keep up your habit until your arrest 


Now the police have taken you from under my wing
 Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king
 Now, you must lie in that county jail
 Where I can't get to you by visit or mail 


So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
 Six days of madness, you might throw me off
 Curse me in name, defy me in speech
 But you'd pick me up right no if I were in your reach 


All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate
 Hear now young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate
 And don't be afraid, don't run, I'm not chased
 Sure my name is Heroin, you'll be back for a taste 


Behold, you're hooked, your foot is in the stirrup
 And make, haste, mount the steed and ride him well
 For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell
 Will ride you to Hell until you are dead
 Dead, brother, dead 


This is a revolution of the mind
 Get your mind together
 And get away from drugs
 That's the man
 Back, back