I Play With the Souls of Men

I play with the souls of men From their births to their deaths I play with the souls of men I play with the souls of men From their primitive laughter and Lies i know the souls of all men I play with the souls of men From the time when they stop crying And whingeing i play with their souls I play with the souls of all men A strong woman like me is forced by law To kneel and please the evil hearts of men I play witth the souls of your proud men Who call me a dirty kaffir woman but when some Bleed to death I must say I love these men I play with the souls of your naive young men I play with the evil hearts of their fathers and grandfathers I am the guilty grandmother of guilt riddled men