Skunk Anansie – 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