Skunk Anansie - Paranoid & Sunburnt Back To Index Warning !!!: these lyrics are COPYRIGHT protected. Skunk Anansie Paranoid & Sunburnt 1995 1: Selling Jesus 2: Little Baby Swastikkka 3: Intellectualise My Blackness 4: I Can Dream 5: All In The Name Of Pity 6: Charity 7: It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche 8: Weak 9: And Here I Stand 10: 100 Ways To Be A Good Girl 11: Rise Up 1: 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 love 2: 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 ... 3: 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 me 4: 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 saviour 5: 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 pity 6: 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... 7: 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 ... 8: 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 am 9: 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, rage 10: 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 me 11: 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 with