| Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends. | |
| Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts. | |
| This start might be the end. | |
| There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro. | |
| Just trying to get by on very little. | |
| Missiles get guided through to our world. | |
| Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord. | |
| This stuff just tears me up. | |
| You are cool as a cucumber when you shout out: "Nigger, don't interrupt!". | |
| There's no drama here: psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro. | |
| Just trying to get by on very little. | |
| Missiles get guided through to our world. |