Letra da Música: Picture - King's X

She was a white skinned black beauty,
the daughter of an Indian
Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois.
I call her mother.
He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman.
They say nobody was wilder,
but maybe his brother.
I call him father
She was young, calling love.
He was young, stealing love.
We all got together for the first time last September.
I said "Somebody take a photograph I've got a camera."