Holloways - So This Is Great Britain? (2007) by Holloways (보컬) on maniadb.com

So this Great Britain? Welcome aboard
a sinking ship that's full of shit and someone's nicked the oars
With failing false economies and anti-punk autonomy
our once unique identity's been washed from our shores


Yeah this is Great Britain and these are our whores -
David and Victoria there's hope for us all
Yeah, you can rule britannia. the media will marry you,
they'll build you up and knock you down just like The Berlin Wall


In a Land Of Hope and Glory, do we really rule the waves?
The truth is a different story, we're all just a bunch of slaves


Yeah this is Great Britain, so let's raise a jar
just look at Georgie Best and how it got him so far
the prince of pleasure lost his crown for getting high and gettin down
The alcoholic anti-hero's visibly scarred


Come on Great Britain, let's sleep around
sex is so much fun we better spread it around
it really is infectious and your soul is nothing precious
so grab some meat and treat your loins to that by which they're bound


In a Land Of Hope and Glory, do we really rule the waves?
The truth is a different story, we're all just a bunch of slaves
just a bunch of slaves
just a bunch of slaves


We'll soon be state Britain if our best friends have their way
just another star upon the flag across the waves
x2)

In a Land Of Hope and Glory, do we really rule the waves?
The truth is a different story, we're all just a bunch of slaves
just a bunch of slaves
just a bunch of slaves










가사입력NAKMUSE

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 i've got a healthy body
I'm not going to let stuff get me upset
and i wont let all the little things
get me depressed.

When i was a young boy i got a stereo
and i taped all the songs straight off the radio.
the sounds that the bands made
and the melodies is all i need
to make me feel free.

Sometimes you get so low,
you don't know why,
or a little upset all inside
May i remind you?
that you don't live in poverty,
you got your youth
and you got food in your belly.

I can get a record player
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better.
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 i've got a healthy body
I'm not going to let stuff get me upset
and i wont let all the little things
get me depressed.

when i was a young boy
i got a stereo and i taped all the songs
straight off the radio.
the sounds that the bands made
and the melodies is all i need
to make me feel free.

sometimes you get so low
you don't know why
and you get a little unsettled inside
May i remind you?
that you don't live in poverty,
you got your youth,
and you got a roof over your head.

I can get a record player,
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better.
I can get a record player
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better.
I'll set up a record player
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better.
I can get a record player
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better
I can get a record player
and a generator
Generate the music
that makes you feel better
I can get a record player
and a generator.
Generate the music
that makes you feel better

I was standing on the dancefloor
And a pretty thing caught my eye
She was looking at me, smiling at me
And now she's dancing with me

So I must be pretty
If I'm standing here with people like you
I must be pretty, like you

We departed the dancefloor
And we fought our way to the bar
I had just enough for her wine
So I bought a drink, she necked it down, she lit a cigarette

And blew smoke in my eye
And I started to cry
And she laughed in my face

Please tell me, where are my friends
When I need them now?
Where are my friends
When I'm alone

I've got a feeling for the dancefloor
'Cause there playing my favorite song
There's such a buzz about this place
Wait a minute, all my friends have gone

Where are my friends
When I need them now?
Where are my friends
When I'm alone in the night time?

In the night time
Alone in the night time
Please tell me
How will I get home?

And how will I find love tonight
In a loveless city?

It's must be getting near closing time
So don't turn on the lights
This night is young, as we are
We're not ready to go

And now you're standing on the street side
And your sweat will turn to ice
And all your money's gone
'Cause you went and spent it all on a stupid fucking girl

Oh where are my friends
When I need them now?
Where are my friends
When I'm alone in the night time?

In the night time
Alone in the night time
Please tell me
How will I get home?

I'm so alone
In the night time
In the night time
Alone in the night time

Please tell me
How will I get home?
How will I get home tonight?

I haven't got no money
And how will I find love, love, love, love, love
In a loveless city?

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
I cant tell them apart

This one other 'ere's got a little something else
All of daddy's money and she fancies herself
Says she's 21, shes probably 16
Got a dirty mouth
At least her teeth are clean
Jack from Tennese
Makes me think that every girl I see
Is my cup of tea

Fit for a fortnight
She aint no good for me
Fit for a fortnight
Its such a shallow scene

Well I've got the same phrase
For any of the boys
Who line up girls
Like nothing for the choice
Come to the club girl, I'll get you on the list
I'll get myself a new one when I get you on the piss
Think we stand out from the clique
Think we're ooh so unique
But the clothes that we wear
Are getting mirrored everywhere
In the morning light
She will realise
That I'm not the kind of boy that she needs

Fit for a fortnight
Thats what she said to me
Fit for a fortnight
Its such a shallow scene

Turns out that I'm not to her taste
Her fickleness was thrown back in my face

14 days since we first met
She's stopped replying to my texts
Only fools fall in love
She served up my heart on a plate
She said I passed myself by day
Guess it serves me right
For all my reckless nights
Calm has come to take me out on a date

Fit for a fortnight
Thats what she said to me
Fit for a fortnight
Its such a shallow scene

Turns out that I'm not to her taste
Her fickleness was thrown back in my face

Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight

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
And send an angel coz i need somebody tonight, somebody tonight

(Chorus)
Well i cant really dance but baby won't you dance with me
And if you want to take a chance then baby take a chance on me
We're we gonna go, we're we gonna go, we're we gonna go
At the end of the night?
I dont care, and i dont mind
As long as you keep holding me tight


Every night all the boys and girls are busy saying alright
I know i know your face but ive forgotten your name, again!
I blame the alcohol that swims round my brain
I need a drink because i need some joy in my life
I need joy in my life
Wont you take my hand, don't you let me go
Coz i need some joy in my life i need joy in my life

(Chorus)

Ive got your nuber, i'll call you up some time
And if you'd like to-o-o
Say that you'll be mine
I would like to see you again sometime

(Chorus)

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 who once was the talk of the town

The first time i saw her the skin was so thin on her bones
her eyes they were lost on that street though she called it her home
so i thought can i save her, can i get her out harms way
and she looked at me with those eyes so what could i say

so i said whats your name
and she said your all the same
so i said dont act so strange i only asked your name

The stars in the night sky she'd seen only once in her life
but stars over girls parts on coldcut she sees every night
she said somewhere in my tattooed jungle you will find my mum
but she will disown me should she ever learn what i've done

and she said what became
of my promised fame
all i got was shame
and she said we're all to blame

and then her eyes said don't you leave me standing on my own
can't you see that the streetside is my home
i'm held by men at night but still i'm cold
i'm so lonely but you know i'm not alone
i'm not alone
i'm not alone

She had hair like a willow tree choked at the side of the road
cardboard boxes for pillows she weeps as she reaps what she sows
so i asked her if one day she mind joining me in my grave
you know like the big ones you see with the family name
but she said all she'd ever been was a hoar and a slave
and she didn't know if she had any soul left to save

and she said why'd you care
so i said because i did
ever since i saw you standing there
well i couldn't help but stare

and then her eyes said don't you leave me standing on my own
can't you see that the streetside is my home
i'm held by men at night but still i'm cold
i'm so lonely but you know i'm not alone
i'm not alone
i'm not alone

she must of had the most lonely face i've ever known,
yeah she must of had the most lonely face i've ever known
well i tried to hold on but my grip it just was not that strong
i can still see her eyes as she fell and she fell for so long

if ever see her i hope you suceed where i failed
i cried for the cutey of kings cross the day she derailed
oh somebody please can you save her and take her away
you know london will kill her you can't let the smoke have its way

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 where went all my sense
I get lost sitting on the fence

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No, I never have done

Second verse, second verse
Already lost for words
Not complicated I'm just so frustrated
I got so little to say

I don't know where, where I'm from
They say I'm British, I don't know where I belong

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done

I am a disappearing boy
(I am a disappearing boy)
I'll look back [Incomprehensible] I'm paranoid

Third verse, still lost for words
I don't know what to do
Oh my friend, I'm not in the groove
Not on the same level as you

I felt so lost for far too long
And I'm past caring for how to get along

I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No I never have done

(I am a disappearing boy)
No, I never have done
I never, never, never have done
(I am a disappearing boy)
No I never have done

Well he's watching all the wealthy folk on his way to work
Saturday's so far away theres so much shit to shirk
He's gotta keep his chin up, he's gotta keep his nerve
But just wants to skin up
And sit down
And flaming well sod those who he serves

Cus what's the use of money of you got no time to use it?
He don't want to sell his life to you
You know he'd rather have his time than a Bob or two

But you can't find the money for the rent
or repay the loans you lent
You better turn to god cus you're up shit creek
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo men

Now he's unemployed he lives on milk and bread
His graduate account is so far in the red
He listened to his heart when he should have used his head
He suffers for his art
He's so Skint
His tenancy is hanging by a thread

Now he's got the time
He hasn't got the money
To do this things' that people do
But still he'd rather have his time than a bob or two

But you can't find the money for the rent
or repay the loans you lent
You better turn to god cus you're up shit creek
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo men

All of his money is gone
(All of his money has gone)
What did he spend it all on
(What did he spend it all on)
He's never had so much fun
(He's never had so much fun)
All of his money is gone
(...has gone)

Oh no
Now our last penny has been spent
Still our life is heaven sent
As i got my friends to help me through this time
I'll repay you in the end, don't you worry
I promise you i'll pay you back this time

Find the money for the rent
or repay the loans you lent
You better turn to god cus you're up shit creek
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo men

Find the money for the rent, Find the money for the rent
(All of his money is gone)

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

I can't wait for a time
When the summer sun is back up in the sky
We can stay out at night
Forget about the failing light

I wanna walk in the park and smell the freshly cut grass
(Please keep off the grass)
As the summer breeze blows up your skirt, what more can I ask
(I can see your arse)

At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls

While you work on your tan
Traveling from Thailand to Milan
We're in Morris the van
From Bridlington to Camber Sands

You go pick your own fruit and you eat till you end up ill
(We've all had our fill)
We share a tinny or two on top of the hill
(Found my thrill at last)

At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls

Well, the sand in your shoes and your sunburnt toes
May trigger off your summertime blues
Don't be daft, shrug 'em off
'Cause we ain't got a moment to lose

We better hit the arcades
Spend an hour spending our loose change
Give the ghost train a ride
And kiss my future bride not Frankenstein's

We get a lift down the beach with the boys all crammed in the back
(Boys crammed in the back)
There's barely enough room for the ball and a twenty-four pack
(What more could I ask)

At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls

Diamonds and pearls
Diamonds and pearls
Diamonds and pearls

I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag
I'm gonna run a mile from here
The ASBO generation make this a terror nation
Full of loathing and fear

All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street
While the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say
"Yeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay
I got the money but I need it for my dealer today"

And her friends are all the same
And they know it's not right
But they were promised more from this life

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today

Shaun has an ASBO, he's only fourteen
He's tired and he's bored with the local police
"They're pricks," he says, "I didn't get a second chance
They didn't ask why I did it"

The pigs been seen for puttin' up his heard
While pedophiles playing his neck in the woods
He's got no safety numbers when his ASBO won't allow him
To be hanging around in gangs, what is he to do?

He's been kicked out of school
What a way to fix a fool, we are failing our youth
Parents and governors can you handle the truth?

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do

Who's to blame? The mainstream media?
Our rulers and idols get greedier and seedier
They're an embarrassment, they should be shamed
For misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blame

Sit back and watch the evil grow
From the youth club ruins where the kids used to go
Take all that's [Incomprehensible], dying on there feet
While the Premiership players get a hundred grand a week

The kids love them anyway
It don't make sense
When you have a go at me
For the sake of fifty pence

And why attack the fire brigade
You load them in a track with a fire grenade
You shower them with drugs 'cause they've nothin' to do
Why should I care when the [Incomprehensible] come lookin' at you

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
I said, there's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do

But I say
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's so much for the kids to do today

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 don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
This altruistic culture ...
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
But you're gonna bury me with your total misery

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's
And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on
Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it
Women are intelligent and he is stupid
Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says,
"My family's gonna take over this council estate
If we keep on giving birth at this rate
I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five
And I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive,
I don't care if I'm dead or alive."

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
A lot is going wrong, you'd better sing along
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
(You fucked up fuck ups!)