Lirieke:
Contraband

Hey, hey, hey When you look you see right through me Cut the rope, I fell to my knees Born and broken every single time Always keep me under finger

of women, They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent All again, again Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth, `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband

Your head on my shoulder Seems like a crime Why are we so drawn to each other When we know it's not right? We should know better But our love is blind

of women, They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent All again, again Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth, `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband

a final sound Watch a broken nation die Words of wisdom are denied Decrepit Misguided Presumption of death Release A pulse You ll never understand Soul contraband Soul contraband Soul contraband

Vertaling: Skunk Anansie. Contra.

: Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast

: Don't ask me to love my neighbour Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favours I won't lend a hand And if I had real power Then I could disappear

: Don't take the fire from your eyes Must make them feel the heat They build castles underground for the rich and politic elite Keep all the home fires