Hey, people down the street don't know what's goin' on. They don't know where I'm going. They don't know where I'm from. I've got no time to explain to
With your hair so white you could light up the night Burning out like a shooting star From the stage to the squeeze From T.V. to striptease I loved you
People say that life ain't fair And then they say what you give comes round the same What can you believe ? I say if you want passion in your life You
You got, you got, you know what You got, you got, you know what, How long can freedom last, when you got bird trouble and your sinking fast Well I
Well the country's burned down look at it smoulder I wanna live for today don't wanna get any older You can't show us nothing we don't wanna be shown
I am a product of the sixth degree Don't you wish that you were me I go for a walk and then I watch TV 'Til it's time to have my tea I watch all the adverts
hitler has only one big ball GA¶ring he has two but small Himmler has something similar and poor old GA¶bbels has now balls at all.
Got drunk on a Friday night Woke up Sunday morning His bags by the front door There's no final warning She's thrown in all his clothes And all reason
Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down Moved out to another slum in another part of town Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift
There are people who know everything about you Every place that you've been every job you do State of health state of mind it's the world today It's all
Because you're young, sharp as a knife You need that buzz to come alive Out on the edge, out on the town You ain't got time to settle down You're always
[Chorus] Droogs dont run Droogs dont run If you're in any trouble You know we'll be right there [Chorus] We don't take no shit from no one We'll fight
When she's hot it's the heat of a burning at the stake And when she's cold it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake And when she smiles is it real or
Years of being told you ain't as good as us Join the line, sign your name And they all said that our country's going to bust But no one's fooling us again
Years of being told you ain't as good as us Join the line, sign your name And they all said that our country's going bust But no-one's fooling us again
From the streets of Aberdeen to the Brighton scene There's something going wrong From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor They all shout "what
We were born by the Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol But
I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people
