Vārdi:
Skunk Anansie Paranoid Sunburnt

: 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

: 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

: 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 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

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 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

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 guilty