Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay
or enslaved in pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way
If you're far over Africa on the wings of youth
or if you're down in some satellite town and there's nothing you can do

Just give me, give me, give me the power
And I'll make them bleed
Give me, give me the power
(Although I'm just [bad word] breed)

You might live in a screen kiss, it's a glamorous dream
Or belong to a world that's gone, it's the English disease

But give me, give me the power
And I'll make them bleed

Give, give me, give me the power
(Although I'm just [bad word] breed)