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Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC Only one choice in the city, don't voice in my pity Now let's get to the nitty gritty June reminds me of my first ditty played unique Still 16 and feeling horny Point the sky and feel free See, people are all equal Smiles are front and behind me Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily All smiles all easy Where ya from, what ya on and what's ya story? Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same I known you all my life I don't know your name (The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway) We'll have a dance now see ya later Pleased to meet ya - likewise, a pleasure We all smile We all sing The night slowly fades and goes slow motion All the commotion becomes floating emotions Same piano loops over, arms wave eyes roll back And jaws fall open, see it's a focus Enchanted is blocking the toilets Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights These people are for life So, back to his place at the end of the night Yo, they could settle wars with this If only they will, imagine the world's leaders on pills And imagine the morning after, falls causing disaster Don't talk to me I don't know ya, but this ain't tomorrow For now I still love ya, hours fly over Sail around diamonds and pearls Never seen so many thick girls Discover new worlds, look at my watch can't focus Last two hours are lost every move fills me with lust All of Life's problems I just shake off Yo, mad little events happen Things might pan out in a few blue Maddens are like the toilets Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us Geezers aren't easy first timers Kids on wiz darlings on Charlie All come together for this party All races many faces from places you never heard of Where ya from, what's ya name and what ya want? Sing to the words fecks to the fat ones The tribal drums the sun's rising We all smile We all sing Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder I realize five years went by and I'm older Memories smolder, winter's colder But that same piano loops over and over and over The road shines and the rain washes away Same Chinese take-away selling shit in a tray Stalk all around I walk down same sights same sounds New beats, though, solid concrete under my feet No surprises no treats The world stands still as my mind slushes around The washer nut bolt in my crown The life's been up and down since I walked from that crowd We all smile We all sing Out of respect for Johnnie Walker, Paul Oakenfold, Nicky Holloway Danny Rampling and all the people who gave us these times And to the government, I stick my middle finger up With regards to the criminal justice bill For all the heroes out and on the way We all sing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 2. |
| 5:31 |
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Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it.. Right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oh tunes heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there Who's round is it? Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table All rowdy and pissed Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak And whether I try to pull a girlfriend That's it who's got dough? Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag her and make tea right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi heavy, heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division At street level, real people saying repeated sequal Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning And the night before and the night before Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere it's right there, right there I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah, oi street level At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy Lock the door on your way out |
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| 5:09 |
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Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it.. Right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oh tunes heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there Who's round is it? Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table All rowdy and pissed Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak And whether I try to pull a girlfriend That's it who's got dough? Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag her and make tea right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi heavy, heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division At street level, real people saying repeated sequal Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning And the night before and the night before Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere it's right there, right there I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah, oi street level At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy Lock the door on your way out |
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