I caused a major war just by talking You flew into a rage 'cause that's everything you know Childhood of violence, filled with heartache I flew into a
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
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
I'll be your sailor girl 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
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile it's too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me, oh, so
I hit him with a piece of his philosophy Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed What did he do to deserve such hate? He tried to intellectualise my blackness
Who put the little baby swastikka on the wall? Who put the little baby swastikka on the wall? It wasn't very high could' na been more than four years
And here I stand, redskin fist of power Clawing at the stains of racism It turns to black, 'cos you're so very credible But you keep losing track 'Cos
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
You're too cool to be smart but that is what you are You're too sane to be hard but that is what you are You're too sad to be high but that is what you
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
: I hit him with a piece of his philosophy Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed What did he do to deserve such hate (He tried to) intellectualise my
: I'll be your sailor girl 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
: 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
: Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile its' too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me oh so
: 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
: 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
