Hinindar - Absalom lyrics

On his way to Absalom Sold his soul for the medicine Old news but I'd expect it of you If you lived a mile from the heartland I'd expect no less than a phone call Every day that you're without the same On this manner you refuse to speak Let alone let the news speak for me You're so strange and you're losing your place Well you should think as the other tongue What a waste of two lives if we never talk Can't believe that you k**ed me - are you k**ing me still?