1. |
My Town
04:07
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A taxi driver was killed one night while he was working,
someone took his life because of the colour of his skin.
It’s all in the papers that terrorists live down the street,
where some woman on the corner is pushing ecstasy.
She’s probably making more than me,
like the homeless sat round cash machines.
Damn my education it’s left me out of sort,
walking around in circles, dancing in uniform.
We all sing rule Britannia and Britons shall never be slaves,
well that might be so but employment’s not that far away.
Listen (you’ll hear the crack of the whip),
that’s the sound of nature’s constant shift.
This, this is what’s going on.
Living in my town, in my town.
This, this is what’s going on.
Living in my town, this is my town.
No, this is what’s going on.
This is what’s happening in my town.
This is my town.
This is what’s going on in my town.
It’s happening right now.
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2. |
Cum With Me
04:32
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There’s a little place I know we can go for a while,
where we can talk of our troubles, we can do it tonight.
If we can work this out then I’m willing to fight.
So cum with me.
Just cum with me.
Cum with me.
Just cum with me.
Cum with me, what will be, will be.
We’ll get there by car just as the sunlight fades,
to cast the horizon upon your beautiful face.
Please say you’ll be there cos I can’t stand this chase.
So won’t you cum with me.
Just cum with me.
Oh won’t you cum with me.
Just cum with me.
Cum with me, oh yeah just cum with me.
Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me.
All I wanna hear is that you enjoyed your stay.
I wanna open the envelope and see your name displayed.
As I’m scrolling down I begin to pray.
That you’ll cum with me.
You’re gonna cum with me.
Please won’t you cum with me.
Please cum with me.
Won’t you baby cum with me and what will be, will be.
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3. |
Pawns On The Fence
03:38
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Scraping through for the money it’s true,
lining our pockets to drink and dance and screw (with you).
A declaration of war has been signed on the street,
so draw your pistols at dawn to keep yourself on your feet...
You’ll get nothing for free.
We’ve been infected and it’s to be suspected,
that it’s life as we know it, that it’s life as we know it.
We’ve been infected and I’ll stand corrected,
if this ain’t life as we know it, if this ain’t life as we know it today.
Don’t apologise for the man with no eyes,
Is it such an honour to rob their people blind? (cos they do)
Smile for the trigger in the riddle of the pence,
And get a front standing ticket with the other pawns on the fence.
Are we the force that is already spent?
We’ve been infected and it’s to be suspected,
that it’s life as we know it, that it’s life as we know it.
We’ve been infected and I’ll stand corrected,
if this ain’t life as we know it, if this ain’t life as we know it today.
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4. |
Drop Me Off In Rotherham
03:51
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It’s true that round here has seen better days.
Broken dreams run from the architecture,
peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements.
Not like the times when it glowed like the sun.
The November lights at Christmas time,
the Tivoli roar down at Millmoor.
So when I’m old or if I die, or got no money to get me by,
when the whiskey’s dripping from my tongue...
Do me a favour drop me off in Rotherham.
Cos even though it’s a shit-hole,
I love my Mum and Dad, and it’s my home,
and even though the two of them made me bald,
I’d never really known that their my heroes.
My younger brother, we used to fight,
I threw him down the stairs and he started to cry,
Nowadays I think what a bad move Lee,
Cos now he’s older he can kick the shit out of me.
So when I’m old or if I die, if I can’t get my washing dry,
if my bird runs off with another man...
Do me a favour drop me off in Rotherham.
Cos all my Nan’s friends are coming for tea,
just the usual cauliflower, carrots and peas,
they’ll sit chit-chatting of times now and then,
whilst Granddad sneaks away for a crafty cigarette.
I went away and I came back,
I thought I was something special but I’m not all that,
I only grew tits and I got a bit fat,
Thank God I realised I’m just a part of the pack my friends.
We’re all a part of the pack my friends.
So when I’m old or if I die, or got no money to get me by,
when the whiskey’s dripping from my tongue...
Do me a favour drop me off in Rotherham.
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5. |
Common Foot Soldier
04:08
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The Taxman’s on my back but there’s no overtime.
The rut won’t snap, my life is wrapped in tired eyes.
I’ve gotta kill myself to stay alive.
My only salvation is down town Friday night.
It’s just another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back and it’s bringing me down.
It feels like I’m carrying my gravestone on my shoulders.
I can but try as a common foot soldier.
I can but try as a common foot soldier.
Another Monday morning.
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She unwinds her grip from her rusty sword,
to wear the thrill of swinging until dawn.
She paints her face colourful and thick,
with her trademark scarlet lipstick.
But no one knows her name, you can’t say that for her frame.
Cos everyone’s having a go on her,
she’s the one living in ecstasy.
She’ll point you in the right direction,
but rumour goes her love don’t come for free.
In the alleyway is where she likes to feed,
to all the cool kids she’s the beauty Queen.
She can’t twist, but you could never knock her soul,
an ambassador for the old rock and roll.
But she’s no prostitute, she’s just so damn cute. (that’s why)
Everyone’s having a go on her,
she’s the one living in ecstasy.
She’ll point you in the right direction,
but rumour goes her love don’t come for free.
It don’t come for free, it don’t come for free,
it don’t come for free, not even for me.
She’ll bring you to your knees boys, to your knees boys.
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7. |
This Fair City
03:46
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Walking through town looks like there’s been a war,
there’s people still crawling around on the floor.
Paddling in whiskey, lager and E’s,
the stench of burgers and sirens are all that compete.
You’ll feel it blowing in the wind, so let the morning begin.
Two girls in a doorway with one solemn plea,
making enquiries of cigs for 20p.
There’s a man on a carpet outside the spar,
holding out his hand for someone to graze the palm.
In the alleyway a tender kiss, but not the usual lips.
Well there’s gonna be plenty of sex tonight,
there’s gonna be plenty of love in this fair city oh yeah.
And casualty’s gonna be full tonight,
with cuts and bruises and black eyes.
In this fair city the time ain’t pretty,
but it’s a just a way of life when you’re living in a northern town.
Down in the car park there’s still blood on the wall,
where ladies were scrapping about one hour before.
One pulled a fingernail out from her face,
the other crying her eyes out as police led them away.
She’ll cut a lonely figure tonight, with her red eyes and ripped tights.
Well there’s gonna be plenty of sex tonight,
there’s gonna be plenty of love in this fair city oh yeah.
And casualty’s gonna be full tonight,
with cuts and bruises and black eyes.
In this fair city the time ain’t pretty,
but it’s a just a way of life when you’re living in a northern town.
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8. |
Spirit Of Tennessee
02:33
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Late again, and the memories of the night before weigh on my aching head. Well I don’t mind, I’ll lead the quiet life when I’m dead.
Well late last night, me and old Jack were the best of friends, we really had it all. Then he stabbed me in the back and left me climbing the walls.
Drinking, smoking, walking the line,
well that’s the price you pay to let the devil watch you die.
I’m fading fast, not going to last the day,
the demon’s got a grip on me,
oh reverend please perform an exorcism on this spirit of Tennessee.
Come on now!
Drinking, smoking, walking the line,
well that’s the price you pay to let the devil watch you die.
It’s almost here, I’m close to tears now I’ve got the fear,
it’s gonna bring me down!
I’m breaking, shaking, lying naked,
oh for Christ’s sake I’m on my way out.
I’m fading fast, not gonna last the day,
the demon’s got a grip on me,
oh reverend please perform an exorcism on this spirit of Tennessee.
Until the end of the week atleast.
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9. |
Cheer Up Sunshine
03:37
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Cheer up sunshine it’s time to be brave,
I know this is hard, so hard to take,
but these crystal tears don’t suit your tender years,
come on now, I know you can make it.
There’s no need to run, just face things head on,
never capsize in the waters of life,
if anyone ever gives you a smack,
Pick yourself up and you crack ‘em back.
Remember kid, what you’ve been gid,
what’s truly yours is what you’ve worked for,
and money’s a disease that will cripple and squeeze
the whole world to death, so be careful where you tread.
Cheer up sunshine it’s time to be brave,
although my heart has started to break,
it’s such an honour to shoulder the pain,
I’ll miss you so much but always remember your face.
I’ll always remember your face.
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10. |
Common Foot Soldiers
07:31
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The Taxman’s on my back but there’s no overtime.
The rut won’t snap, my life is wrapped in tired eyes.
I’ve gotta kill myself to stay alive.
My only salvation is down town Friday night.
It’s just another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back and it’s bringing me down.
It feels like I’m carrying my gravestone on my shoulders.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I’ll always be proud.
If we stand together they can never roll us over,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
I share the same wounds as my brothers in arms,
Still... we ain’t got no clue of what we’re fighting for.
But I won’t stop until the battle has been won,
and I’ll tell you why my day will come,
cos I bear the pride of my father’s son.
It’s just another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back and it’s bringing me down.
It feels like I’m carrying my gravestone on my shoulders.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I got you around.
As long you’re holding my hand I’m happy growing older,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
Raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I’ll always be proud.
If we stand together they can never roll us over,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
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