Lyrics:

Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small

Hard to imagine the blood thats 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
its 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
its those rhythm and blues.

The sun shine in our eyes
my skin in a different disguise.