Dikembe Sink Lyrics

You left with your head in your hands
With a sick, little list of demands:
Some saw dust, and a little bit of sand
Like you could build your way out of this

But you made your case And we were left in the wake
Of all you said; its awful impact
Old Shoulders
A neck that's built on boulders
Why swim when you can sink?

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