Sam Baker - Kitchen Lyrics

They're fighting door to door
At Jerusalem's gate
Millionaires play baseball
And Oprah she talks about fate
A gallon full of treasure
Friend of panama
A new season of Sopranos
Soft women oh at the spa
Sitting at the kitchen
And you don't give a damn
Saying "woa woa woa woa"
Girl in cotton dresses
Wind blow through their hips
Girl in cotton dresses
Phones close to their lips
Sitting in the kitchen
And you don't give a damn
Saying "woa woa woa woa"
A white thug was born in Kentucky
Bombs fall in cashmere
Waiting for the war
On to where drinking beer
Sitting in the kitchen
And you don't give a damn
Saying "woa woa woa woa"
It's easy to love
It's easy, kind of
It's easy to love
Sitting in the kitchen
You don't give a damn
Saying"woa woa woa woa"
Skinny boys with rifles
Flying off to war
Skinny boys with rifles
They're fighting door to door
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