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Too Much Too Little

Too much has been said by those who should never have spoken what d'you do, where d'you go when a special trust is broken don't tell me about a world where the sky is always blue and everybody loves you there's no time for living on the promise of a dream when your ideals are splitting at the seams

Too much has been done by those who should never have bothered what d'you do, where d'you go when you knoe you've been well rogered don't give us all the bollocks that we've got another summer of love cause it ain't enough no time for living on the promise of an e even though you might feel free

Take a look at what we've got its not a lot, been shot to bits by the hypocrites, those little shits who say they know what's best for me what's best for you, what's best for all they know fuck all I can't believe that They received that they are even given room to fucking breathe

What we gonna do? Suffer in Silence, What we gonna do? Stuff your violence

Won't Get me

They say you can have anything you want if you get down on your knees and pray but I got no time to beg forgiveness when I'm scraping day to day and they tell me there's a new sensation a spark of hope from another generation so I go looking for motivation but all I'm seeing is exploitation

Well you won't get me in your slaughterhouse won't hang me on your hook I won't be just another number to stick in your books

Say you can have what you desire all you got to do is sell your soul I got no reason to believe in a devil I'm just looking for the ultimate goal And they tell you there's a new solution get in line for the next revolution if you pay your contribution You're there- in another institution

Well you won't get me in your slaughterhouse won't hang me on your hook I won't be just another number to stick in your books

If it's support you need I'll be on your side if I feel the case is justified but I won't jump in with my eyes shut tight I've got to know what I've got to fight I've seen too much of wanton destruction I know it's a laugh, such sweet seduction but we gotta be smart, gotta get it right got to be on the ball if were going to survive

Well you won't get me in your slaughterhouse won't hang me on your hook I won't be just another number to stick in your books

Well you won't get me in your slaughterhouse won't hang me on your hook I won't be just another number to stick in your books

Happy Hour

Said she wanted everything so he played at power king and just for the shortest while he let the alcohol guide his smile. Till he saw his face in the mirror by the bar something whispers just how far do you think you'll get tonight boy, you're going down face the truth, you're going down.

It's easy to shag and blag and blow to tangle those bedsheets with someone you don't know. But in the morning it's all too real, in the morning there ain't no sex appeal. So easy to say you don't give a damn, and setting the mask you can prove you're really the man, that calculated smile with no risk to pride but how long can you run from what you know is inside?

Between the stirrup and the ground they mercy sought and mercy found, pressed to the shadows desperate to feel and kind of real appeal. No sobbing strains of violins the streetlights indifferent to anything, no satin sheets or curtain calls just shattered dreams as the bottle falls. And cars go by full of john's so high she's in the back, it's a game of do or die as they head for the city of seedy lights, she wonders if her lover will be tender tonight. She's got a bellyful of spirit, her heads full of hope, backs against the wall as she wonders if she'll cope with her face in the morning, devoid of all cover, she finds no solace in the arms of her lover.

As she turns to give him her prettiest face and finds him staring into space, watching headlights on the road outside he let's the alcohol suggest a ride, and she glimpses her face in the mirror in the car, something whispers just how far will you let him go tonight without letting him down face the truth, you're going down.

Knuckle Under

We work from day to day we live from week to week everybody's got a voice but nobody wants to speak

If you don't want no more problems becoming one of the many led by the few there's no point in trying to escape you'll have the bastards after you you've got to knuckle under

The world ends at the shopping mall you use a car to get there make no concessions to future life why should you care

If you don't want no more problems becoming one of the many led by the few there's no point in trying to escape you'll have the bastards after you you've got to knuckle under

High prices out in the high street high time they put them all down hi-rise blocks in the city crumbling concrete that will fall to the ground

You've got to knuckle under You've got to knuckle under You've got to knuckle under You've got to knuckle under

 

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