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Some people might say my life is in a rut, I'm quite happy with what I
got. People might say that I should strive for more, I'm so happy I can't see the point, something's happening here today, a show of strength with your boys brigade, and I'm so happy and your so kind, you want more money of course I don't mind, to buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes. (chorus) And the public gets what the public wants but I want nothing this society's got, I'm Going Underground, we'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound, I'm Going Underground. We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow. Some people might get some pleasure out of hate, me, I've had enough already on my plate. Some people might need some tension to relax, me, I'm too busy dodging the flak. What you see is what you get, you've made your bed, you better lie in it. You choose your leaders and place your trust as their lies wash you down and their promises rust, you'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns. (repeat chorus) We talk and we walk until my head explodes, I turn on the news and my body froze. The braying sheep on the TV screen make this boy shout, make this boy scream going underground... (repeat chorus) (paul Weller |
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| 2. |
| 3:44 |
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Marcellino, Casanova, little angel from Laslow street
Cinderella, she's a crossover, she got no father in history Got no good life, got no love life Got no future, got no hopes and dreams In a cruel world, in a cool world You're a number, you're a mystery Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? Little Jimmy, hit and run boy You can trust him, he'll take the strain I remember when he said to me There's a war going through my brain And everyone still talks about the time Sweet Mary drank all that wine And I just cannot believe what I see They're so strange they're a mystery Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? And I say fareewell as the lights go out In the dark stairwell, can't take anymore Marcellino, Casanova, little angel from Laslow street Cinderella, she's a crossover, she got no father in history In a cruel world, in a cool world You're a number, you're a mystery Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ? |
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Some get the gravy, some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow Some watch their stocks and bonds Waiting for that big deal American Dream Took my dream down by the sea Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine Logs and sails and shell oil pails Down where the waterskiers glide Some turn to Elvis, some turn to Africa Some turn to rambling round For a clean sky and a drinking stream Who let the greedy in ? Who left the needy out ? Who made the salty sea ? Tell them we're hungry for a sweeter fare Took my dream down by the sea Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine Logs and sails and shell oil pails Down where the waterskiers glide Some get the gravy, some get the gristle Some get the marrow bone Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow Some watch their stocks and bonds Waiting for that big deal American Dream |
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| 3:59 |
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Fear on the street panic in the alley, you mustn't walk alone tonight,
blood on the wall like a river cuts a valley, the victim is an awful sight. (chorus) There's a Killer On The Loose, knows just what he's doing, he's built around a heart of fire. Killer On The Loose, lurking in the shadows. Nobody knows exactly how he looks but his picture's stampped on everyones mind. You never see his face, attacks from the back, you better watch out behind. (repeat chorus) (Denny Newman |
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| 4:14 |
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I'm gonna' break out of the city, leave the people here behind.
Searching for adventure, it's the kind of life to find. Tired of doing day jobs with no thanks for what I do. I know I must be someone, now I'm gonna find out who. (chorus) Why don't you ask them what they expect from you? Why don't you tell them what your gonna do? Do anything you wanna do. Do anything you wanna do. I don't need no politicians to tell me things I shouldn't be, neither no optician tell what I oughta see. No one tells you nothing even when ou know they know, they tell you what you should be, they don't like to see you grow. (repeat chorus) You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way. It's not you only 'cause you got something to say. Do anything you wanna do. (repeat chorus) (Edwin Hollis/Graham Douglas |
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| 3:00 |
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I shall be rescued someday
So many empty days And nobody told me Need to be rescued today It's been a thinking day And I haven't done badly Haven't done badly how slow some days can go Think I've been dreaming of some people I don't even know Someday I'm sure to see the sun And when my time has come I'll think of you always I see your face through the tears I'm gonna try for you But nobody told me Nobody told me how slow some days can go Think I've been dreaming of some people I don't even know YOU GOT ME RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART Baby there are pretty young boys With shiny new toys that make the most noise The way you look you can easily afford To slam the door on any given nightstore In a world where they put you on trial Flick your hair, flash your smile Get what you want, don't want what you got But maybe be a little bit shy You got me right through the heart You got me right through the heart You got me right through the heart But you get it, right slap bang through the middle of your heart Some time when you're feeling alone Won't you call me at home or answer your phone When you're free you can come and see me Any time you feel the need Or want to watch me bleed In a world where they put you on trial Flick your hair, flash your smile Get what you want, don't want what you got But maybe be a little bit shy You got me right through the heart You got me right through the heart You got me right through the heart But you get it, right slap bang through the middle of your heart You got me right through the heart But you get it, right slap bang through t |
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