Massive Attack

I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave
I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Over there
Things that I've seen
Will chase me to the grave
Led with your hands tied
Fetters and flies
You stumble the dunes
Complain to the moon
Backs to the wheel
There's granite to shove
Take it
They give it
So rivet for rivet
I will pilfer my family a bulletproof love