: 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
: 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
: I caused a major war, just by talking You flew into a rage, 'cos that's everything you know Childhood of violence, filled with heartage I flew into
: Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years
: 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 caused a major war, just by talking You flew into a rage, 'cos that's everything you know Childhood of violence, filled with heartage I flew into a
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
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
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
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
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old
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'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 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
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 here