: So this is great britain and welcome aboard A sinking ship thats full of shit and someone nicked the oars A failing false economy an anti-punk automony
: I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. i dont live in poverty, i got a little bit of money and
: Another night out Another girl on the scene Tart with a heart You know the kind I mean Tell me why it is they all study art Underage and overdressed
: Hello, I found a stitch to wear and came out tonight But everybody looks at me like come kind of tramp Coz i, i wear these holy jeans well heaven forbid
: I was standing on the dancefloor and a pretty thing caught my eye She was looking at me, smiling at me and now shes dancing with me So I must be pretty
: This story's a sad one, the sort that you hear all the time but this time i'll bore you with details and open your mind it's the tale of a young girl
: Well he's watching all the wealthy folk on his way to work Saturady's so far away there's so mush **** to shirk, He's got to keep his chin up He's
: What's the difference between you and me You got no mercy You got no sympathy Your soul is cracked and mine is free Thats the difference between you
: I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag, I'm gonna run a mile from here 'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing
: Well the clouds in the sky And your winter clothes Are sadly a condition of life In this land, where the sun Is as shy as long forgotten manners of
: Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell And you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell Well, I
: When i was one my papa dropped me on my head, and some damage was done Around the bend and out of my tree not how i was meant to be I don't know
: It was only this morning that I realised, my conscience was sleeping while I've been alive. The things in the past that I let pass me bye and now
: Let me tell you about a girl I know, She's my baby and I love her so, In the morning when the sun comes up, She brings me coffee in my favourite cup
: A man and his wife and kids stand on the stream he's got two little girls just knee high from his feet but as he turns to say goodbye he's got a kiss
: I was standing on the dancefloor and the pretty thing caught my eye She was looking at me, smiling and me, and now she's dancing with me So I must
Well, the clouds in the sky And your winter clothes are sadly a condition of life In this land, where the sun is as shy As long forgotten manners of old
