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Skunk Anansie lyrics

Album: Paranoid & Sunburnt [1995]

Tracks11
 01  Selling Jesus
 02  Little Baby Swastikkka
 03  Intellectualise My Blackness
 04  I Can Dream
 05  All In The Name Of Pity
 06  Charity
 07  It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche
 08  Weak
 09  And Here I Stand
 10  100 Ways To Be A Good Girl
 11  Rise Up
all Skunk Anansie lyrics



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 'cos 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 at your toes now
Because the angels can't be bothered to live to you

They're selling jesus again
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 you're 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 kness
They get their theories from the same place
Then build a church if there's some money left
From lying on the beach

They're selling jesus again
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

They're selling jesus again
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 loveback to top
Little Baby Swastikkka
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
That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

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
That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

Who put the little baby nigga-head 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
You rope them in young
So small, so innocent, so young
So delicately done, grown up in your poison

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
That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

Who put the little baby K's up on the wall
Who put the little baby K's up on the wall
They got em in a line I bet they wished they coulda sprayed upmore
That's who put der litlle baby K's on the wall

You rope them in young
You rope them in young
So small, so innocent, so young
So delicately done, grown up in your poison

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
That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

You rope them in young
You rope them in young

Who kicked the little baby's head against the wall
Who kicked the little baby's head against the wall
Who kicked the little baby's head against the wall
We kicked the little baby's head against the wall

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
That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall

You rope them in young
You rope them in young
You rope them in young
You rope them in young
...back to top
Intellectualise My Blackness
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

He tried to summerize, to institualise
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, 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

He tried to summerize, to institualise
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, save me

Motherfucker don't you lecture-rise me
Don't you ever try to lecturize me
Motherfucker don't you lecture-rise me
Oh No

He tried to intellectualise my blackness
To make it easier for his whiteness
He tried to intellectualise my blackness, save me

He tried to intellectualise my blackness
To make it easier for his whiteness
He tried to intellectualise my blackness, save me

He tried to intellectualise my blackness
To make it easier for his whiteness
He tried to intellectualise my blackness, save meback to top
I Can Dream
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 in your eyes
Your eyes are smiling now
They watch me cry, they watch me die, 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 saviour, my darling

Your eyes seep through me
You think you hate the way I mince
I'm screwing yours dreams now
So cynical at your expense

Oh what a sacrafice
All of my dreams will melt away
So who's so special now
No one's more special, more than me, more than me

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
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 saviour, my saviour, my darling, my darling
My saviour, my saviour, my darling, my darling
I can dream, I can dream
I can love, I can love

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

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

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
My darling, my saviourback to top
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 did it all, did it all
All in 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
To keep your aggresion trivalized
Never an ego in control
(But) now who's the shit that sold his soul

You did it all, did it all
In the name of pity

You did it all, did it all
In the name

You did it all, did it all
In the name of pity
In the name of pity
In the name of pityback to top
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...back to top
It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche
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 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
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
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 are crowding around

They're crowding around looking down 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

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche

I see you, you see me
And who the hell am I supposed to be
I don't care now but I know that I should
Wasting away like you knew I would

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
...back to top
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
'cos 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
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
Weak as I am

So what am I now I'm love last home
I'm all of the soft words I once owned
If I opened my he heart, there'd be no space for air
'cos I wanted you

Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
Weak as I am

In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you

In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you

In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you

Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am, am, am

Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I amback to top
And Here I Stand
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 don't, my colour in your melting pot of love
Where everybody is brown
So here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage
That's so charmingly underground

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

So here we 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

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

My nigga-rage, nigga-rage
nigga-rage, nigga-rage
nigga-rage, rage
nigga-rage, rage
rage, rage, rageback to top
100 Ways To Be A Good Girl
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 rage, 'cos 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, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm 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 wilingness 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, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone

Crucify me with isolation
Crucify me-whoa-inside my private hell

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, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone
I'm alone, I'm alone

100 ways
100 ways
100 ways
100 ways

I know 100 ways to be a good girl
Because you wanted me
Because you wanted me
But I didn't want you

Crucify meback to top
Rise Up
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 are
You don't have to run

You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
We're losing our 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
And you don't have to hide

You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
We're losing our convictions

You're losing all of your convictions
Your integrity slowly watered down
Never mind your soul destruction
Nevermind, nevermind, nevermind it all

You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up, sweet woman child
You got to rise up

Oh lord when you feel it in the air
Oh lord when you feel like you wanne cry
Oh lord when you love the one you're withback to top
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