Testo: XTC. English Settlement. It's Nearly Africa.

chant your spirit free;
rush to greet truth like a dart shake your bag o'bones
shake your bag o'bones, that's not traffic roar --
that's a leopard in your heart
shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones
go tell your stale friends
go tell false prophets and drug traffickers
not to try to push our bodies any faster
we're dancing with disaster
and the first will be the last it's nearly Africa, oh-oh,
it's nearly africa, oh-oh, any day now,
any day, now now
unplug future plans;finger-paint the sun on you
shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones,
mend your missing links ---
I think trust should be the glue
shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones
go tell your warboys
go tell all leeches and blind panickers
not to try to push your bodies any faster
we're dancing with disaster
and the first will be the last it's nearly Africa, oh-oh,
it's nearly Africa, oh-oh any day, now
any day, now now

our civilisation car is running wild
who did you give the wheel to?
the fat man driving us over the edge
of the nearest cliff-face
is he the same god that I've seen you kneel to?