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This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive - I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing - This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong - Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review |
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| 2. |
| 2:57 |
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If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - Billy Hunt is a magical world, Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent's got nothing on me, I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy I remember the first day at my job, I didn't get along with the foreman, Bob Do this. Do that. Don't even stop for a cough. He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to, I could be a Human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two - If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy |
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| 3. |
| 3:28 |
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Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now, We were so close and nothing came between us - and the world - No personal situations. Thick as thieves us, wed stick together for all time, And we meant it but it turns out just for a while, We stole |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Dear, How are things in your little world, I hope they're going well and you are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used to meet every Friday. I'm really sorry that I can't be there but work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand. Things are really taking off for me business is thriving and I'm showing a profit and. And in any case it wouldn't be the same, 'cause we've all grown up and we've got our lives and the values that we had once upon a time, seem stupid now 'cause the rent must be paid and some bonds severed and others made. Now I don't want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that's all it was and ever will be, 'cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as it does (and it always will), there's no time for dreams when commerce calls. And the taxman's shouting 'cause he wants his dough and the wheels of finance won't begin to slow. And it's only us realists who are gonna come through 'cause there's only one power higher than that of truth and that's the Burning Sky. Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off, that I've got a meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate I can't disclose who but I'm sure you'll know it and. And the Burning Sky - keeps burning bright. And it won't turn off til it's had enough, it's the greedy bastard who won't give up, and you're just a dreamer if you don't realize, and the sooner you do will be the better for you, then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and all bow down to the Burning Sky. Then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and together we will live beneath the Burning Sky.-acap |
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| 3:23 |
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Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You catch a bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean Cause I hate you and your wife And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life Mr. Clean - etc. - IS THAT SEEN! Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but - please don't forget me or any of my kind cause I'll make you think again When I stick your face in the grime - Getting pissed at the annual office do - Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too - You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you - And mum and dad are really proud of you - Mr. Clean - etc. |
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| 6. |
| 2:48 |
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Here we go again, its monday at last, Hes heading for the waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isnt late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times g |
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| 7. |
| 2:48 |
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Its funny how you never knew what my name was, Our only contact was a form for the election. These days I find that you don't listen, These days I find that we're out of touch, These days I find that I'm too busy, So why the attention now you want my assistance - What have you done for me. You've gone and got yourself in trouble, No you want me to help you out. These days I find that I can't be bothered, These days I find that its all too much, To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, But I've got no choice so here I come - war games. I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, You're one of us and we love you for that. Think of honour, Queen and country, You're a blessed son of the British Empire, God's on our side and so is Washington. Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby, Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad. It was done beneath the flag of democracy, You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do - yes I do - These days I find that I can't be bothered, To argue withthem well what's the point, Better to take your shots and drop down dead, then they send you home in a pine overcoat With a letter to your mum Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note - to say he won. |
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| 8. |
| 3:29 |
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Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room, All that rugby puts hairs on your chest, What chance have you got against a tie and a crest. Hello-hurrah - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles. Thought you were clever when you lift the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing. Hello-hurrah - cheers then mate - it's the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles. What a catalyst you turned out to be, Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea, Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy. We came out of it naturally the worst, Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt, We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week. Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles.> |
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| 9. |
| 3:30 |
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Things are getting just too cozy for me And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was the type who knocked at old men (history's easy) Who together at tables sit and drink beer (somewhere is really) Then I saw that I was really the same So this link's breaking away from the chain Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I am free I was sick and tired of my little niche Well gonna break away and find where life is And all those fools I thought were my friends (coaching is easy) They now stare at me and don't see a thing (reality's so hard) Till their life is over and they start to moan How they never had the chance to make good Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers (away from the numbers) Away from the numbers Is where I am free Is where I am free Is where I'm gonna be Is reality Reality's so hard, reality's so hard... |
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| 10. |
| 4:07 |
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The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting |
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| 11. |
| 3:35 |
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Found myself in a strange town Though Ive only been here for three weeks now Ive got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in oxford street I bought an a to z guide book Trying to find the clubs and ymcas But when you ask in a strange town They say don |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun" And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum |
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| 2:50 |
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Where the streets are paved with blood, with cataclysmic overtones, Fear and hate linger in the air, A strictly no-go deadly zone. I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in the Army, they've called in the police to. I'm stranded on the vortex floor, My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour Through the haze I can see my girl 15 geezers got her pinned to the door I try to reach her but fall back to the floor 'A' bomb in Wardour Street It's blown up the West End, now it's spreading throughout the City, 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City Now it's spreading through the country. Law and order take a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot. Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell you that you're still a free man. If this is freedom I don't understand 'cause it seems like madness to me. 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb. A Phillistine nation, of degredation, And hate and war. There must be more It's Doctor Martin's A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E, Apocalypse! |
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| 2:59 |
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Ive got a pocket full of pretty green - Im gonna put it in the fruit machine - Im gonna put it in the juke box - Its gonna play all the records in the hit parade - This is the pretty green - this is society You cant do nothing - unless its in the pocket - oh no - Ive got a pocket full of pretty green Im gonna give it to the man behind the counter Hes gonna give me food and water - Im gonna eat that and look for more - And they didnt teach me that in school - Its something that I learnt on my own - That power is measured by the pound or the fist - Its as clear as this oh - Ive got a pocket full of pretty green! |
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| 1:55 |
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See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard Oh like paper caught in wind I glide upstreet, I glide downstreet Oh and it won't let you go Till you finally come to rest or someone picks you up Upstreet downstreet and puts you in the bin See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard Oh i'm sitting watching rainbows And watching the people go crazy Oh please leave me aside I want to be a, I want to be, I want to live in, Upstreet downstreet like paper caught in wind Upstreet downstreet it won't let you go Na na na nah, na na na nah Na na na na na na nah Na na na nah, na na na nah There's more than you can hope for in this world |
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| 3:03 |
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Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop Serves his last then he says goodbye to him He knows it is a hard life But its nice to be your own boss really Walks off home does the last customer He is jealous of the man in the corner shop He is |
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| 2:31 |
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I am a dull and simple lad Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team His is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all the money he's got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble creed |
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| 18. |
| 3:26 |
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Down in amongst the streets tonight Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire Well watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt, you cant come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and dispise love in a crises (what with todays high prices) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring whats left of all your love for the fire Well watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt - you cant come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger In the funeral pyre Well watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt - you cant come back home (well I feel so old, when I feel so young Well I just cant grow up to meet the demands) |
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| 19. |
| 2:41 |
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Hush now child and dont you cry Your folks might understand you by and by Move on up towards your destination You may find from time to time Complications Bight your lip and take a trip Though there may be wet road ahead You cannot slip So move on up and |
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| 3:11 |
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If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle - I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain Of someone's loss helping my gain If you gave me a dream for my pocket You'd be plugging in the wrong socket With me there's no room for the future With me there's no room with a view at all - I am out of season all year 'round Hear machinery roar to my empty sound Touch my heart and feel winter Hold my hand and be doomed forever - If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle. And if you're wondering by now who I am Look no further than the mirror - Because I am the Greed and Fear And every ounce of Hate in you. |
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| 3:01 |
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So you finally got what you wanted Youve achieved your aim by making me walk in line And when you just cant get any higher You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber And the small fame that youve acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me |
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| 22. |
| 5:32 |
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Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so I can't help myself Like a hungry child - I just help myself And when I'm all full up - I go out to play But I don't mean to bleed you dry Or take you over for the rest of your life It's just that I need something solid in mine Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning Quiet as the sea on a good calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant show clicks To the midnight beat - I feel trapped in sorrow In this imagery But that's how I am and why I need you so |
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| 23. |
| 3:03 |
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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And - stop apologising for the things you've never done, Cos time is short and life is cruel - but it's up to u |
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| 3:03 |
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Whenever I'm with you Something inside starts burning Snd my hearts filled with fire Stop this - it's got a hold on me I said this ain't the way it's supposed to be It's like a heatwave burning in my heart I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart Whenever she calls my name Sounds so soft sweet and plain Right then, right there I feel this burning pain This high blood pressure's got a hold on me I said this ain't the way love's supposed to be Whenever I'm with you Something inside starts burning And my hearts filled with fire Something's got me amazed Don't know what to do My head's in a haze |
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