And here I stand, redskin fist of power   Clawing at the stains of racism   It turns to black, cos you're so very credible   But you keep losing track      'cos You don't, my colour in your melting pot of love   Where everybody is brown   So here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage   That's so charmingly underground      So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d      So here we stand, I'm looking at my sad, sad eyes   They slowly turn at rage   Oh what a shame, I can't contain my basic nigga-rage   And lust for violence      So here we are, the cry goes out for war   London's east end burning to the ground   So here we stand, blackened fist of power   Same old scarred-up-faces we condemn      So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d      So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d   So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d      My nigga-rage, nigga-rage   nigga-rage, nigga-rage   nigga-rage, rage   nigga-rage, rage   rage, rage, rage