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. |
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 selfbelief babylon voices, squareeyed 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. |
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 selfbelief babylon voices, squareeyed 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. |