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...