Feel the tension mounting in the air When no one seems to give a damn, no one seems to care There'll be no submission, no surrender Release, release,
man History's a lie that they teach you in school A fraudulent view called 'The Golden rule' A peaceful land that was born civilized Was robbed of its riches, its freedom, its pride
Перевод: Living Colour. Гордость.
and religious preachers I don't care cos they ain't our teachers Living a life they say is free from sin Then they judge another person by the colour
colours so heroically Were only living in GMT Everyone else is just a refugee I wake up, I'll take up It's about time for a shake up When pride is blind
world where even death's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies. A populace of plastic people live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
have cared At least you'll have dared Listen. What people do to other souls They take their lives, destroy their goals Their basic pride and dignity
This is the street where people live in fear of senseless crime and poverty. And the colour of your skin decides if you should pay the penalty. This
. It's just a memory of days which are behind me The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my soul All I ever wanted was to live with
asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood
takes my hand, To lead me homeward through a foreign land, The silence grown, the palest eyes, I'm the only one. A mother's son, a father's pride, How
you flowers bloom like fire But now your colours faded and you're cold Hide in your inner circle, Strength ain't muscle Whatever makes it better, Hold onto your pride
place to grow and live as one, In a brotherhood of man There is light that comes from africa, And it's shining round the world. Let all the colours speak of pride
and religious preachers I don't care cos they ain't our teachers living a life they say is free from sin then they judge another person by the colour
to cut the jive and in the end of all the violence the loser swallows his pride Living and dying, the law of nature reigns History gives examples : Power stains The colour
