Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small
Hard to imagine the blood that's
runnin' through my veins
nothin' but trouble, inside of me liberty in chains.
Born to a
Nation, the children and their innocence
an idiot wind blows through this land
Dear Lord
give me strength.
Breakin' out of the skin
need some rhythm and blues.
Coming deep
from within
it's those rhythm and blues.
Down in the ghetto, marking time with
self-belief
babylon voices, square-eyed dreams of dignity.
Feeling the pressure, searching
for another place
lift up our voices, use our minds
we will be released.
Breakin'
out of the skin
need some rhythm and blues.
Coming deep from within
it's those rhythm
and blues.
The sun shine in our eyes
my skin in a different disguise.
