It can't be right what I'm reading here No one believes in all this stuff no more Our ideas don't see eye to eye You get your press with a pocketfull
Just another tour, just another gig, just another sound and lighting rig A rock n' roll show and a couple of beers but some of those boys had other ideas
It started off like any other show Sunday nights on the radio Terry played the songs we wanted to hear And Terry said things no one else would dare He
i got home this morning 'bout a quarter to four i found my baby headin' out the door 'cause i been out dancin all night long she thought i been romancin
Well I worked on a site and I soldered up pipes And I still ended up with nothing left to show So I thought I'd give it one more go I met this bloke
I fit central heating, I have done it now for years I have got all the know how I have got all the gear I used to earn my money working on a building
Everybody's got a number tattooed on their soul And the time's gonna come boy, when your number's called Everybody gets a uniform and a hut to live in
So what you gonna do, you gonna stick with the crowd Walk the streets of the city following the biggest mouth They want you for their dreams full of hate
When we were at school I thought he had it sussed Fighting the law with the rest of us Smoking, drinking, acting cool. ('Til) they started treating him
Well you won't hear us on the radio or Top Of The Pops 'Cos we're blanked And I wonder what is that we've done Oh he was only having some fun What went
Cheats never prosper, crime don't pay, The meek shall inherit come judgement day, Peace in our time, no pain no gain, management decisions, insurance
Run away Johnny [x3] Johnny run away The bosses are the menaces they don't give a damn for you They know that you earn their pay There's a real life
Cock Sparrer Run For Cover [Pretty Close To Correct] Can't eat, don't sleep no more. Whatever you said, It's all been said before. Spent too much time
Collecting funds for the holy fight Like a door to door salesman in the dead of night Russian guns help him on his way Bought with money from the USA [
Run with the blind the best of your kind Your leaders your God like saviours Run with the cold and do what your told You live by the shepherds of your
Things you say, Things you do sure worry me, When were out on the street making money for you in your society. It seems to me the time is right, for
Friend of my mine said he rather be dead, with a bullet from a 45 in his head, Or his wrist slashed to ribbons with a blade instead, than reach 24 that
We got Reds under the bed We got lovely's nude and tanned We got the wife of a mass murderer And we only paid her ten grand We got Samantha Fox we got