Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time

Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes

And in the process of me breaking free

I have inherited a painful legacy

I have even created some ugly children for you to adopt

That you have chosen to embrace

You embrace the ugly, the dyin' and the freak

Only because he is a part of you and you are afraid to speak

Deep down, way down in the depths of you

He is ready to take over and rape the last part of the sanity in your mind

Let him out, let him out, let him run wild, scream free

Get crazy and forget about music what it was what it is or what its supposed to be

Give it to the day, give in to the funky

Give in to the gypsy, to the nigger in you soul and fly free

Fly free

..Give it to the....

Oh lord, curse of the newborn child

...The incredible madness of just you, and then

Yeah, yeah

...Maybe, we will see....

A beautiful newborn child

...Something beautiful, something beautiful...



etc....



(Burdon/WAR)