Journey

Take the long train to Bombay

Duck as the tunnels came

Tune in your crystal set

You've won the freedom to forget

Feeling good migrations

Tuned in to the mother nation

Taking her aim

Changing your name

Now we're nomads

That stay in one place

Not a country

Not a face

Standing out but still like ghosts

Long-term guests

Ungracious hosts

Re-written history

A sleepy slavery

Those sweet sweet sweet machines

Sending, selling

Good migrations

Tuned in to the mother nation

Taking her aim

Rearranging the chains...

The nine year old boy

who had wanted to be white

Set out on the journey

from loneliness to pride

Hostile environments along the way

A slowly changing landscape

But a steady stream of consciousness rising

A steady stream of consciousness rising

This is the journey from Loneliness to pride

No longer any need to hide...

Struggle to live

And we cry struggle to survive

Struggla, struggla, struggla, struggla

Just to stay alive

In the jungle you eighter do or you die

You got to be aware

You got to have the jungle eye...