Texty:
Skunk Anansie Paranoid And Sunburnt

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

the name of pity In the name of pity In the name of pity In the name of pity Why, why, why, why Why, why, why, why You tried and tried to use my life

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

soul and your money Your blood and your bones They're selling Jesus again They're selling Jesus again They want your soul and your money Your blood and

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

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