Ancestral Nitin Sawhney (Ft. Hak Baker)

Bottom of the pile, I hate what you are, I hate your bloody ethnicity
Cause Granny came over in the sixties promised gold lined street in a metropolis
I wonder if it were an instant epiphany that it will never ever be what she perceived
Down trodden turned people into mincemeat that’ll be what’s left from the machine
But see my granny she ain’t like anybody that I know beauty can turn bods into beasts

But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Could you call yourself a winner

But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Could you call yourself a winner – could ya

And then my Mum came over here in the seventies
And worked hard for everything that she achieved
I love my Mum so much she’s the man in the mirror
Bless me with all my tenacity
But when you’re the bottom of the pile and they hate what you are
And they hate your bloody ethnicity
It’s bloody hard in the city when you have three kids still working through your identity

But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Could you call yourself a winner – could ya