Lyrics:

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 dram here: psycho-analyse.
For i'm a negro
just trying to get by on very little.
Missles 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 say:
'Nigger, don't interrupt.'
There's no drama here: psycho-analyse.
For i'm a negro
just trying to get by on very little.
Missles get guided through to our world.