In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the
This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has
Power, Pop! Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don't be believe in everything you see or hear The neighbours talk day in day out
The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty
I am a dull and simple lad Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be
Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, Get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for
Oi! All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation
It's not important for you to know my name - Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk
Down in amongst the streets tonight Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought
A police car and a screaming siren - A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete - A baby waiting and stray dog howling - The screech of brakes and lamplights
Hello darlin' - I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat
Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And -
Some people might say my life is in a rut, But I'm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should strive for more, But I'm so happy I can
Beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that
In your white lace and your wedding bells You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this
