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Skunk Anansie Paranoid Sunburnt

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'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

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

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'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

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

: 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

: 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

: 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