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...