Air - Playground Love

Where have all my sowed seeds gone?

Parody, yes I did a parody! It started as this intention to write a very socialist red protest song about oppressed suicidal farmers and then it just became a depressing dark humour song.

Sing to the tune of:

Oh I get me ready in a torn green saree
We need to go plough all night and day
No shelter in the summer heat
The hot summer sun to beat,
Look at our children pay
You will pick the cotton, While I go sew some shirts

CHORUS:

Where is my Rajnikanth?
Where is my Farming man?
Where is my happy ending?
Where have all my sowed seeds gone?

Why don't you work the evening
And send the kids to night school
I'll find a little something to eat
Oh I know your back hurts from working as a farmer
Please don't drink your tharra my sweet

Chorus

I am having my periods tonight
But you still just want to drunkfuck me
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes

We finally sold the bakri
When we had another baby
And you took the job in the factory
You made friends at work
And you joined them at bars
Almost every single day of the week
I will wash the dishes and you come beat me

Chorus

Where is my Raja Khaini?
Where is my suicide?
Where is my fertiliser?
Where have all my sowed seeds gone?
Where have all my sowed seeds gone?
Where have all my sowed seeds gone?