Текст песни Skunk Anansie - Charity
Skunk Anansie - Charity слова песни
Why do I sense, benevolenceYou stand tall at my great expenseThick words of gratitude, what a price to payStuck in my throat, I sell every word I sayBut I don`t want your charityTwisting me roundI don`t want your charityKeeping me down...Why does your world keep buryingGorging much deeper, than it`s ever beenRubbing still harder, salt on my hurtLicking my burns while I grovel in your dirtBut I don`t want your charityTwisting me roundI don`t want your charityKeeping me down...You pity me with your tasteless gesturesGratitude for kindBut your bludgeoned, intentioned objectivesAre screwing with my mind, screwing with my mindBut I don`t want your charityTwisting me roundI don`t want your charityKeeping me down...But I don`t want your charityTwisting me roundI don`t want your charityKeeping me down...