Selling Jesus

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 `cause 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 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

Intellectualise my blackness

I hit him with a piece of his philosophy

Anglosaxon 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 Can Dream

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

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 darling, my saviour,

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

Little Baby Swastikka

Who put the little baby swastikka on the wall

Wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old

That's who put the little baby swastikka 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

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

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

We kicked the little baby's head against the wall

All in the Name of Pity

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 Why Why Why Why Why Why Why

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

Charity

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…..

It Takes Blood and Guts to be This Cool but I'm Still Just a Cliche

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

Just a cliche

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

Weak

Lost in time I can't count the words

I said when I thought they went unheard

All of those harsh thoughts so unkind

`Cause 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

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 tainted soul

In this weak young heart

Am I too much for you?

And here I stand

And here I stand, redskin fist of power

Clawing at the strains of racism

It turns to black, `cause I'm so very credible

But you keep losing track

`Cause 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)

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

100 ways to be a good girl

I caused a major war just by talking

You flew into a rage, `cause that's everything you know

Cildhood of violence, filled with heartache

I flew into a rage, `cause 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

Sheilding 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

Crucify me with isolation

Crucify me-whoa-inside my private hell

Rise up

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'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

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