Ralph of London - Manumission Lyrics

Giving air to my blood
On a building site
Giving meaning to my life
As it races by
For the promise of a new kind of freedom
If I stick persistently
To the role that's made for me
Waiting for my manumission
For my manumission
As I labour on...
But it never comes
It never comes
It never comes
No it never comes
Waiting for my manumission
For my manumission
As I labour on...
Pledge allegiance to my love
Of a brutal kind
In a state of disrepair
But she don't mind
Incognito to myself as I live this
Life of toil and industry
That just might make a man of me
Waiting for my manumission
For my manumission
As I labour on...
But it never comes
It never comes
It never comes
No it never comes
Sweet kindly woman
She might be too good for me
'Cause I've been raised in ways that stooped my heart in brutality
I've got blood blisters on my fingers
Great cracks that split and linger
And carved in the depths of me
The wounds that she must never see
Waiting for my manumission
For my manumission as I labour on...