M.I.A. [Live Version] - Black Lips

The morning belonged to the grapefruit Ripe in the gold Rome sun I throw out the rind It's just bitter to me Done done done The skyline is made of the umbrella

We were on some endless chases Living out of old suitcases It was showin' on our faces True And we barely both remember How we made it through December And the

There are those who understand That long before this all began A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy A clothespin hanging on the line The cork that bottles