Skunk Anansie - Charity
 Why do I sense, benevolence
 You stand tall at my great expense
 Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay
 Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say
 But I don't want your charity
 Twisting me round
 I don't want your charity
 Keeping me down...
 Why does your world keep burying
 Gorging much deeper, than it's ever been
 Rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt
 Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt
 You pity me with your tasteless gestures
 Gratitude for kind
 But your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives
 Are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind