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If I ever ever see you - see you
If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you Again If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you If I ever ever see you - see you Again And what you give is what you get And what you give is what you get And what you give is what you get |
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Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I'm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should strive for more, But I'm so happy I can't see the point. Somethings happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money, of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got I'm going underground (going underground) Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak What you see here 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 And the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground (going underground) Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow We talk and talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream Going underground, I'm going underground I'm going underground, I'm going underground These braying sheep on my tv screen... Make this boy shout, make this boy scream... Going underground (going underground) Well let the brass band play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well let the boys all sing, and the boys all shout Going underground (going underground) Well let the brass band play and feet go pow pow pow Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout..... .....for tomorrow |
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( The Jam Cover )
This is the modern world This is the modern world What kind of fool do you think I am? To think I know nothing of this modern world All my life it's been the same I've learnt to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive I've learnt more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top Another dot upon the map The teachers who said I 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 whats right or wrong Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going to It's somewhere I won't preview To have to explain myself to you I don't give a damn about you if you This is the modern world that I've learnt about Yeah- this is the modern world we don't need no-one To tell us whats right or wrong This is, this is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is Yeah- This is, this is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is, this is We don't need no-one To tell us whats right or wrong Ah This is the modern world This is the modern world |
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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 us to change This town called malice. Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious In a town called malice. Struggle after struggle - year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice - I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called malice. A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice. The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere - just going round and round Playground kids and creaking swings - lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will - but I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called malice. |
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