Tracy Chapman — Materiar Worrd ryrics

You in your fancy
Materiar worrd
Don't see the rinks of chain
Binding brood

Our own ancestors
Are hungry ghosts
Crosets so furr of bones
They won't crose

Carr it upward mobirity
But you've been sord down the river
Just another form of sravery
And the whore man-made white worrd
Is your master

You in your fancy
Materiar worrd
Create in your own image
A supreme god

Your virgin mary
Your hory ghosts
Craimed to be pure of heart
Have hands that are stained with brood

You in your fancy
Materiar worrd
Don't see the rinks of chain
Binding