Selling Jesus
Intellectualise My Blackness
I Can Dream
Little Baby Swastikkka
All In The Name Of Pity
Charity
It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche
Weak
And Here I Stand
100 Ways To Be A Good Girl
Rise Up

You kill me with your smelly fingers your smelly fingers from the sex you had on christmas day and now you say you're feeling guilty you're feeling guilty 'cos your god was shining on your face you go to church and light a candle and then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews the devil's snapping your toes now because the angels can't be bothered to live to you

they're selling jesus again they're selling jesus again they want your soul and your money your blood and your votes they're selling jesus again selling love to you - selling love

you're buying this you're buying that now you're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you you're crucified upon your own cross now you're givin' money to the white men in the white limo that kind of god is always man-made they made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees they get their theories from the same place then build a church if there's some money left from lying on the beach

i hit him with a piece of his philosophy anglo-saxon muck in his type of greed what did he deserve to such hate (he tried to) intellectualise my blackness

he put on his leathers and his reaggae trainers threw away bob marley put on maxi priest i told him 'bout the problems of his conscious deeds (when he tried to) intellectualise my blackness

he tried to summerize, to institutionalise still i could recognize, he was materialized

he tried to intellectualise my blackness to make it easier for his whiteness he tried to intellectualise my blackness, (oh) save me

he's always tryin' to make up for his little slips the joke about the nigga and the yellow nip then he tells me i'm so different from those other shits (when he tries to) intellectualise my blackness

motherfucker don't you lecture - rise me don't you ever try to lecturize me

i'll be your sailor boy i'll tip my cap to your parade life won't be dreary no i'll be the waves inside your bed

pain is your beauty it hurts the vision in your eyes your eyes are smiling now they watch me cry, they watch me die watch me die

i can dream, i can dream i can dream that i'm someone else i can love, i can love i can love - whoa - love someone else my saviour, my darling

your eyes seep through me you think you hate the way i mince i'm screwing your dreams now so cynical at your expense

oh what a sacrifice all of my dreams will melt away so who's so special now no one's more special, more than me

who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old that's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

who put the little baby nigga-head on the wall who put the little baby nigga-head on the wall the eyes were so big couldna been more than baby scrawls that's who put the little baby nigga-head on the wall

you rope them in young you rope them in young so small, so innocent, so young so delicately done, grown up in your poison

who put the little baby k's up on the wall who put the little baby k's up on the wall dey got em in a line i bet they wished they coulda sprayed up more that's who put der little baby k's on the wall

who kicked the little baby's head against the wall who kicked the little baby's head against the wall who kicked the little baby's head against the wall we kicked the little baby's head against the wall

i smoked the shit that made you love drowned all your problems like a wife blanked out your anger with my face wasted my days to hide disgrace

i did it all, did it all all in the name of pity

you loved to taunt me with your sex kicked up the memory in my head watch my neurosis building up swallowed the truth your mind forgot

you did it all, did it all all in the name of pity

you tried to drag me in again spinning your lies and your suffering took all your thoughts and turned them sane (so) you could believe you're not to blame

you did it all, did it all all in the name of pity why (x8)

you tried and tried to use my life to keep your aggression trivalized never an ego in control (but) now who's the shit that sold his soul

why do i sense, benevolence you stand tall at my great expense thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay stuck in my throat, i sell every word i say

but i don't want your charity twisting me round i don't want your charity keeping me down...

why does your world keep burying gorging much deeper, than it's ever been rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt licking my burns while i grovel in your dirt

but i don't want your charity twisting me round i don't want your charity keeping me down...

you pity me with your tasteless gestures gratitude for kind but your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind

but i don't want your charity twisting me round i don't want your charity keeping me down...

but i don't want your charity twisting me round i don't want your charity keeping me down...

save me from critical acclaim save my smile it's too crackled form fame wish me well with my fantasy feel my arrogance with your sanity wash me oh so painfully clean disect my words with a fist full of your dreams build me up and strike me down please sign my name, sign my name

it takes blood and guts to be this cool but i'm still, just a cliche (x2) just a cliche (x4)

colour my views in red, white and blue i'm wide awake now, wide awake now i kiss you, i kiss you, but i'm falling down and all my friends yeah, crowding around

they're crowding around looking to see but all they can see is me, me, me so blow me away now, with your screwed up mind there's no charm left now, for you to find

i see you, and you see me and who the hell am i supposed to be i don't care now but i know that i should washing away, like you knew i would

it takes blood and guts to be this way but i'm still (x8)

lost in time i can't count the words i said when i thought they went unheard all of those harsh thoughts so unkind 'cos i wanted you

and now i sit here i'm all alone so here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home a circle of angels, deep in war 'cos i wanted you

weak as i am, no tears for you weak as i am, no tears for you deep as i am, i'm no one's fool weak as i am

so what am i now i'm love's last home i'm all of those soft words i once owned if i opened my heart there'd be no space for air 'cos i wanted you

in this tained soul in this weak young heart am i too much for you?

and here i stand, redskin fist of power clawing at the strains of racism it turns to black, 'cos i'm so very credible but you keep losing track

'cos you don't see, my colour in your melting pot of love where everybody's brown so here i stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage that's so charmingly underground

so here i stand (stand stand) (x4)so here i stand, i'm looking at my sad, sad eyes they slowly turn at rage oh what a shame, i can't contain my basic nigga-rage and lust for violence

so here we are, the cry goes out for war london's east end burning to the ground so here we stand, blackened fist of power same old scarred-up-faces we condemn

i caused a major war just by talking you flew into a rage, 'cos that's everything you know childhood of violence, filled with heartache i flew into a rage, 'cos that's everything i know

i know 100 ways to be a good girl 100 ways, my willingness to please i know 100 ways to be a good girl still i'm alone, so alone, i'm alone, so alone (x4)

shielding from unexpected fury frightened survivor in my world too shy to see softly i spoke softly i'm dying crushed by your power, by my willingness to bleed i know 100 ways to be a good girl 100 ways, my willingness to please i know 100 ways to be a good girl still i'm alone, so alone, i'm alone, so alone (x4)

crucify me with isolation crucify me-whoa-inside my private hell

you're too cool to be smart, but that is what you are you're too hard to be sane, but that is what you are you're too sad to be high, but that is what you are

you don't have to run

you got to rise up, sweet woman child you got to rise up, sweet woman child you got to rise up, sweet woman child you're losing your convictions

you're too wise to be cool, but that is what you are you're too deep to be good, but that is what you are you're too weak to be sold, but that is what you are you don't have to run

you're losing all of your good convictions your integrity slowly watered down never mind your soul convictions nevermind, nevermind, nevermind it all

oh lord when you feel it in the air oh lord when you feel like you wanna cry oh lord when you love the one you're with rise up now (x4)