Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small

Hard to imagine the blood that's 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
it's 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
it's those rhythm and blues

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