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).