[Verse 1: Sufi-rock male lead, pounding rock drums, rolling hand drums, powerful vocal runs] Basant in the old city and the sky gone gold Every roof is a stadium, young and old Speakers on the water tanks and the drums on the stairs Every color in the world going up in the air I'm on the highest roof with a spool in my lap Glass on the string and a scar on my strap Never lost a kite since I was eight years tall Never lost a fight and I'm taking them all Rich boys over on the new roofs shine Giant kites from the shop with a logo on the line They point at my paper with a laugh and a shrug And I give a little dum and I give it a tug [Verse 2: Sufi-rock male lead, roaring guitar riff, rhythmic handclaps, bigger vocal runs] Let it run, let it climb, let it lean in the wind Hook his line from under where his pride's tucked in Feel it bite, feel it saw, feel the glass do the work Then his giant goes spinning like a top in the dirt Bo kata from the rooftops, the whole block screams Bo kata from the minaret down to the streams Next one, next one, yaar, bring the best you got Seven in an hour and I ain't even hot Aunties on the roofs banging pots with a spoon Uncles on the chairs shouting, "Cut it, cut it soon" Drums on the stairway and the whole street sways My string going singing through the yellow haze [Hook: Sufi-rock male lead, full band, huge Sufi-rock hook] Bo kata, hear the whole roof roar Yellow sky in Lahore and I'm cutting one more Pull it, let it run, give it dum, give it string Bo kata, yaar, and the whole sky sings [Bridge: Sufi-rock male lead, string snap, a taut kite string snaps with a twang, the whole band stops on it, then everything crashes back in] Nobody on the roofs ever looks at the ground Where the alley runs narrow and the kites come down Little kids with no money and their hands in the sky Running for the paper as it floats on by Every kite that I cut is a kite in a hand Every fight on the roof was for them, understand So the rich boys can keep all the glory and the cheer I'm cutting them down for the kids down here [Final Hook: Sufi-rock male lead, full band, loudest Sufi-rock hook] Bo kata, hear the whole roof roar Yellow sky in Lahore and I'm cutting one more Pull it, let it run, give it dum, give it string Bo kata, yaar, and the whole sky sings [Outro: Sufi-rock male lead, hand drums and handclaps, vocal runs fading] Bo kata, yaar, look down, look down Every kite in the alley got a kid in the town [End]
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