Hey you, yeah I'm trying to get through. Past that chip upon your shoulder. Come here need a word in your ear. This can't go on much longer. You break what we try to create.
(Jake Burns). . Time after time. The world is pressing down. On your shoulders. I know how you feel. Like you're the only one. Taking orders. It's hard to come to terms.
So you're living on a false reputation. You're a big man in this town. And it seems by your own estimation. That you're a character of renown. But it's all deceptive.
She got a 2 year old in nursery. And then lately got the sack. She gets a phone call from her mother. And she takes a little flak. Cause she earns all her money now.
Look at every man you meet. It can be him on every street. The woman's waiting for the next attack. Bold black headlines made in dark. Show how the man can make his mark.
Don't pity this poor immigrant. My eyes were open when I caught the boat. All I wanted was your shelter. And maybe just a little hope. But you turned your anger on me.
Friday night's here. What's the scene?. Nothing to do. Y'know what I mean?. Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show. No shows in town, there is no place to go.
Well, you get you entertainment. Through a corporate plan. Via 5 young athletes in a dancing band. . Who are trained to act moronically. And smile on demand.
Gill and Galloway were working late. On a summers night in '58. In a small town Alabama hideaway. In the U.S.A.. The two cops were knocking on the door.
You got to pass the bowl and make the food go round. 'Cos that's the only way to trample crime to the ground. Equal rights and justice for one and all.
you're good for nothing. so watch your p's and q's. best keep your nose clean. and play it by our rules. mind your way and don't make waves. and you'll get used to knowing you're no use.
Gotta. Gotta gettaway. Gotta. Gotta gettaway. . You know there ain't no street like home. To make you feel so all alone. Too many folk to tell you what to do.
Well you snap to attention. And pay heed to what they say. 'cause you know. That you please them all that way. And you don't need to think now. 'cause your mind has gone astray.
You got the lawyers and establishment. You got the proof. You got public opinion. And it's all the truth. You got first rate witnesses. Straight from the scene.
When I'm away I think of you. And how you're where I want to be. And there's on thing I gotta do. Get back to you to be free to be me. . 'Cause anytime I don't like it.
Someone's falling down tonight. While facing front you stand and scream for more. The room jumps hot and chucked aside. The empty cans teeter across the floor.
Gimme a country that's red, white and blue. Gimme the British way, honest and true. Gimme the chance to be one of the few. Gimme-gimme-gimme-gimme-gimme.
Oh, it must seem so romantic. When the fighting's over there. And they're passing 'round the shamrock. And you're all filled up with tears. . "For the love of dear old Ireland".
I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's listening. I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's there. What's done is done, no salvation for me. I talk to God sometime but nobody's there you see it's an.
Oh it must be so romantic. When the fighting's over there. And they're passing round the shamrock. And you're all filled up with tears. "For the love of dear old Ireland".