Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time   Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes   And in the process of me breaking free   I have inherited a painful legacy   I have even created some ugly children for you to adopt   That you have chosen to embrace   You embrace the ugly, the dyin' and the freak   Only because he is a part of you and you are afraid to speak   Deep down, way down in the depths of you   He is ready to take over and rape the last part of the sanity in your mind   Let him out, let him out, let him run wild, scream free   Get crazy and forget about music what it was what it is or what its supposed to be   Give it to the day, give in to the funky   Give in to the gypsy, to the nigger in you soul and fly free   Fly free   ..Give it to the....   Oh lord, curse of the newborn child   ...The incredible madness of just you, and then   Yeah, yeah   ...Maybe, we will see....   A beautiful newborn child   ...Something beautiful, something beautiful...       etc....      (Burdon/WAR)