Текст песне : Skunk Anansie. 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... But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down...