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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 |
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| 2. |
| 2:57 |
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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 |
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| 3:58 |
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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? |
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| 3:38 |
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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 |
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| 3:02 |
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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) |
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| 3:27 | 
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| 7. |
| 5:05 |
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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 |
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| 2:35 |
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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 |
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| 2:50 |
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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) |
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| 2:29 |
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| 3:34 |
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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 |
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| 3:13 |
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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 |
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| 3:09 |
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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!) |
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