Song parody of
Battleground
by Joe Jackson
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Black nigga white nigga standing in the dark
Listen to the rhythm of the bass boom
Black nigga takes a hit sending up a spark
In the dark heat
Swaying a little to the bass beat
White nigga takes a hit takes money out
Says this is what it's all about
Rots your brain-who cares
Black nigga stares
White nigga sighs
I like your music
I like your style
I crack a joke so why don't you smile
White nigga dancing out on the floor tonight
The band's not good but the beat seems right
The band's all black and the floor's all white
Clenching fists unite and fight
Rock Against Racism rules tonight
But in the real world
No-one rules
But fists are clenched all right
Down in the Underground
Out in the playground
The common ground
is a Battleground
Now you don't have to be black to be a nigga no more
The writing's on the wall
Say-black is power
White is flower
Diveded we fall
And behind the wall
behind the door
In the dark heat
In the rhythm of the bass beat
Something is wrong
And no-one is taking the blame
Black nigga white nigga standing in the dark
Listen to the rhythm of the bass boom
Black nigga takes a hit sending up a spark
In the dark heat
Swaying a little to the bass beat
White nigga takes a hit takes money out
Says this is what it's all about
Rots your brain-who cares
Black nigga stares
White nigga sighs
I like your music
I like your style
I crack a joke so why don't you smile
White nigga dancing out on the floor tonight
The band's not good but the beat seems right
The band's all black and the floor's all white
Clenching fists unite and fight
Rock Against Racism rules tonight
But in the real world
No-one rules
But fists are clenched all right
Down in the Underground
Out in the playground
The common ground
is a Battleground
Now you don't have to be black to be a nigga no more
The writing's on the wall
Say-black is power
White is flower
Diveded we fall
And behind the wall
behind the door
In the dark heat
In the rhythm of the bass beat
Something is wrong
And no-one is taking the blame
