Here are the lyrics to “Afghani Black” from House of Blow (Daryl Palumbo, F. Sean Martin)

I’ve watched them
Breath baited
Paid homage to jailers abroad
You’ve bound me by tantrum
The passive dismiss for the infidel scourge
Oh, and ill do it so well
When its the children on fire that sells
Narcotic catharsis
A plot to conspire
a plague to endure.

…And my conscience still screams bloody murder to me
and I hope it never tells me what I want to hear
And when your head hits the floor
Your body knows its for sure
Changing up the state of dramatic.

I took you in and washed your hands
Bowed and flinched at your demands
We walked through sand but
Only my prints were at hand
Plus
I guess your fight was in a china shoppe.
Now the gut runs red while the chatter don’t stop.
And you know being a cop
Leaves a heart of charity
Belly up in slop

The loveless
So fickle
A boredom to ripe to ignore
Relentless lip service
Remedial fascist
A fate to endure
Oh, I mistook you for kin
Condemned for your passion within
Narcotic catharsis
A plot to conspire
A face to abhor.