Stiff Little Fingers lyrics
Stiff Little Fingers lyrics
"All The Rest lyrics"
A Dying Flame lyrics
As I slowly close my eyesI can see what I once hadScreaming out loud but no one hearsSurrounded by emptinessI clench my teeth to hold back the tearsThe
He's drinkin' supermarket ciderAs I slowly close my eyesI can see what I once hadScreaming out loud but no one hearsSurrounded by emptinessI clench my teeth to hold back the tearsThe
In a doorway in the town
And he's shouting 'bout the government
And how they let him down
He's got a sister lives in Brixton
Always tried to do her best
Yet she winds up broke and shafted
Just the same as all the rest
He's got a torn and greasy greatcoat
And a New York Yankees vest
Mother Earth lyrics
In name of development, we detroy mither earth, it's a fact of this civilization. If we don't stop pollution she will show us, the pain we've done.
And some strongly held opinionsIn name of development, we detroy mither earth, it's a fact of this civilization. If we don't stop pollution she will show us, the pain we've done.
That he must get off his chest
Yet his friends don't think about him
They all gave him up for dead
And they all got real embarrassed
About the problems with his head
[Chorus:]
Shout it out! (Shout it out with me)
Shout it out! (It's a mystery)
Shout it out! ('cause what I can
Niemand Heeft Gelijk lyrics
De schakers in Oost en West Zijn met hun wapens aan zet En het volk pleegt verzet Het wordt niet gehoord De zanger geeft zijn mening Over de daden v
't see)De schakers in Oost en West Zijn met hun wapens aan zet En het volk pleegt verzet Het wordt niet gehoord De zanger geeft zijn mening Over de daden v
Why he's invisible to them
Yet so obvious to me
He make his home in cardboard boxes
And the pigeons are his friends
And you cross over to avoid him
Never try to make amends
For the way that he's been treated
And we all must share the blame
And we never look him in the eye
And never ask his name
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Broadford Bazaar lyrics
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blin
hought we were past this stageDirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blin
Never in this day and age
These things are still going on
Tell me where did we go wrong
I thought we had changed for good
Maybe I misunderstood
Does our new and caring nation
Only care for politicians
Those that have will all do well
All the rest can go to hell
[Chorus x2]