You used to be the life and soul

Now you practise and preach self-control

You're obsessed with privacy, but there's none

Six billion mobile phones

There's no escape -

Trust no-one



Shout it out

Until your blood runs cold

Shout it out

Until your lungs explode

Shout it out

I am Miss Black America

Shout it out

I am Miss Black America



What happened to your urge to destroy

And your mission to bring the noise?

Two young boys, wanking over atlases

Six billion empty heads

Death to the living dead



Shout it out

Until your blood runs cold

Shout it out

Until your lungs explode

Shout it out

I am Miss Black America

Shout it out

I am Miss Black America



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