Bd 3 Lyrics - New Model Army

Adolescent dreams and the ghost of Tupac 

Still the devil has all the best beats 

Hip hop and an image to keep 

Brother hardware under the seat 

On the wall "Bin Laden was here" 

Turn around and it disappears 

Soft spring rain and wild skies 

Wild hope in all the kids' eyes 

And no one's really sure if this is home 

We close early when the nights are slow 

Hit the shell garage, Thornton road 

Take a long drive up on the moors 

Park up in a place we know 

Sat in the back seats getting stoned 

To forget everything at home 

Mess about with bleeping phone 

Gazing down on the city below 

Where no one's really sure if this is home 

Check the rear view mirror at the lights 

To see who else is about tonight 

The mongrel dogs that run the streets 

And the families all with secrets to keep 

I lie awake and I hear the sounds 

The sirens' wail and the car alarms 

A call to prayer and a call to arms 

The bass subs of the boom-box cars 

The first riffs on the cheap guitars 

Tinker ponies on the edge of the park 

Drunks roll home and the dogs they bark 

I know the sounds like the beat of my heart 

And it's not where you're from or where you've been 

It's not a matter of blood or family tree 

Everybody believes what they want to believe 

But they come from some kind of refugee 

Running from something, turned out of somewhere 

All looking for somewhere, exiled from something 

And no one's really sure if this is home