Well there's something missing. But they won't drag the river. God sends his children. Out into the street. You can dig all you want. There's no buried hatchets.
Pale skies, last snow of spring. John the butcher, picked poor Robin clean. Black smoke, tied to nine knots. The wheel of stars that won't ever stop. Hole in heaven, rain on the stove.
Deep within your eyes. I see what hides behind your smile. What happened out there. To make you so scared. As to chase these wicked miles. How many have come and gone.
1,2,3. Ready set. For a night that we will never forget. City lights, in a sight. Gonna take this town, over tonight. . (Turn it, turn it loud). Wanna feel the sound take over.
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers. Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers. Flared blue jeans and anoracks. With yellow streaks all down their backs.
I'm coming at you with the spirit of the street. From the ghettos with a hardcore beat. It don't matter if you're black or white. It's not your colour that makes it right.
You got no money and your feeling down. Can't find it when you want it around. You see that record and you want it so much. I'll think I'll take it and try my luck.
There's a handy little firm at the game today. Having a laugh for causing trouble on way. Rucking on the terraces bundles in the street. Fighting for glory in half lit streets.
I went to school with Joey James said he's gonna make it anyway. Football, crime, rock n' roll Nothing else could save his soul. Headed out on his motorbike We were sixteen and loved a fight.
Gareth Southgate stood on the spot. Couldn't believe the chance he got. He'd be a hero with one toe punt. But sent it at the keeper oh what a cunt. SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME, HE'S GOING HOME.
Lying in wait they come. Dressed in red of course having fun. Trumpets blow height of their day. Fox will die if they have their way. . [Chorus]. Sabotage [x3] the hunt today.
Am I leavin' life behind. Was I livin' life at all. I still need to run and hide. Or have i really found the answer. . Over and over again. I am spiraling into nothing.
This wanting more from me is tearing me, its breaking me. But what You wants not mine to give. Im Your dollar sign, Your brand new house, Your product line.
Well I see the winds have changed now. Why'd they have to change today. My eyes are drowning in this sea of pain. The world is closing in on me. . I'm slowly sinking in my insides.
Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,. 'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.. . Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico..
Inflammable material, planted in my head. It's a suspect device that's left two thousand dead. Their solutions are our problems. They put up the wall.
All things are relative with cousins everywhere. Hard-nosed blue-eyed boys, intelligent and fair. You gotta pitch in for your kids and kin. Holding the line to save our skin.
You lit a flame in my heart. And it is burning still. And every time I hear you shout. It still gives me a thrill. I can see you up there. With your right leg pumping.
No Sleep 'til Belfast. 5 years on we're still the same. Fucking useless with the same old name. Bored of this life and you are too. Thought that we'd try something new.
Now I'm a little bit older. I'm expected to accept all the things that I can't change. I'm supposed to stand aside. While the fairness you can't hide is paraded before my face.