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1. |
| 3:35 | ||||
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
You know there ain't no street like home To make you feel so all alone Plenty of folk to tell you what to do But they don't speak the same language as you (Chorus:) They wanna have me here Have me and hold me near Hold me down fasten and tie But the cars are all flashing me Bright lights are passing me I feel life passing me by The fuss is buzzing in my head My father argued and my mother begged It's not their words ain't tugging at me But gotta stretch them break them get myself free (Chorus) Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway I'm leaving home |
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2. |
| 4:26 | ||||
When we started we thought we were great
Tho' nobody else agreed Just you and I wasting our time Playing and singing out of key And they said we played too loud Cos we didn't play for their crowd We just told them 'Wait and see' We had no money but still we went on Trying to get some gear A smashed up cymbal and an old snare drum Our financial state was clear And they said we should give up They said we didn't have a hope And we still told them 'Wait and see' We worked harder got better in every way Got some other friends involved Pretty soon we found we knew how to play We'd got all our problems solved But I swear to this day I could see you drifting away But I told myself 'Wait and see' Then came the day you said goodbye We tried to smile but had to cry You knew that you'd be missed And we wished you all the best But still we wished you would stay Till then you were a part of everything And everything that might have been And now that everything has turned into what is If you'd have waited you'd have seen But you gave yourself the sack Now there's no turning back Now all your future's 'Wait and see' You're not good enough, You're not good enough You're not good enough to be a dance band They told us But we're not giving up, We're not giving up we're not giving up We'll show them |
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3. |
| 3:45 | ||||
Gimme a country that's red white and blue
Gimme the British way honest and true Gimme the chance to be one of the few Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme Gimme a nation where people are free Free to do and free to be Free to screw you before you screw me Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus:) Cos, I'm all right, I'm all right Union Jack, fly the flag Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great a race of winners not cramped by the State And only the helpless get left at the gate Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus) |
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4. |
| 2:57 | ||||
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me Made me think I'd be better of dead I don't want to talk about it I don't want to hear no lip Take your share don't shout about it That's your lot remember you're a kid They would always teach me that to swear was a sin Always speak your mind but not aloud Think of something that you want to do with your life Nothing that you like that's not allowed I've no time to talk about it All your stupid hopes and dreams Get your feet back on the ground son It's exams that count not football teams (Chorus:) And I'm running at the edge of their world They're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be shot down Taught me to defend myself and to be a man How to kick someone and run away Gave me everything that any young man could need But don't understand why I won't stay Here's your room and here's your records Here's your home and here you'll stay Here's somewhere I don't believe in Wish someone would take it all away (Chorus) |
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5. |
| 4:09 | ||||
6. |
| 3:48 | ||||
7. |
| 5:48 | ||||
Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good Just because there's a reason It doesn't mean it's understood (Chorus:) It doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright It's the worst excuse in the world And it doesn't make it alright Some people think they're really clever To smash your head against a wall Then they say 'You got it my way' They really think they know it all Chorus Just because you're a black boy Just because you're a white Doesn't mean you've got to hate him Doesn't mean you've got to fight Chorus It doesn't make it all It doesn't make it all It doesn't make it all right |
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8. |
| 2:41 | ||||
If I thought you could find a way
I'd tell you to go get lost But why ask you to pay attention When you brain can't stand the cost? Look at you and the state you're in Next to you even a brick is thin (Chorus:) You oughta scratch from the human race You are a waste of a name A waste of time and a waste of space You've only one claim to fame I don't like you If a thought came in your head It'd die of loneliness You rate absolute zero No more and not even less Look at you, oh what a state Next to you short planks are underweight (Chorus) Annoyed annoyed, no I'm not paranoid Cos that would mean I'd have to care And I couldn't be annoyed You don't entertain ideas You simply bore them You couldn't find your feet If you were looking for them Looking at you is hard for me Next to you is nowhere to be (Chorus) |
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9. |
| 1:57 | ||||
Why do you talk that way?
It's not what you used to say Can't you see things my way? I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Surely you know it's true? Why can't I get it through That there's no change One day things were oh so right But all that changed overnight And now it seems that all we do is fight Why should things be different now? I try to talk but you just row It seem that's how you want it anyhow Why can't you just see It's you who's changed not me? Those thought are in your head They're not real But you still talk that way That's all you'll ever say You'll never see things my way I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Tho' you can't see it's true Why don't you get it through That there's no change |
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10. |
| 4:47 | ||||
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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11. |
| 3:24 | ||||
Take a look around you all is dead
A good look around makes me see red What have they done to us? Taken all our fun from us We might as well just stay all day in bed Of course we're right You know we're right It's worse than Monday Yes of course we're right You know we're right Change from Monday Yes of course we're right And you know we're right There's nothing to do on bloody Sunday The truth of it all it's only face A sadness to keep you in your place Don't do this take no drink Don't do that don't even think But seven days a week Let's pick over the traces Of course we're right You know we're right It's worse than Monday Yes of course we're right You know we're right Change on Monday Yes of course we're right And you know we're right There's nothing to do on bloody Sunday They say a day of rest Ought to be Sunday best But they do what they can To make it Sunday worst The week is weak enough Even without a non-day first Bloody Sunday |
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12. |
| 3:30 | ||||
(Fingers/Ogilvie)
All things are relative with cousins everywhere Hard-nosed blue-eyed boys, intelligent and fair You gotta pitch in for your kith and kin Holding the line to save our skin Pound for pound we'll take the shilling It takes a man to make a killing Action men must sterling be Fight for freedom but not for free (Chorus:) Bark and bite, might is right We're the dogs of war Bark and bite, might is right If the price is right....Dogs of straw So let's go far to the new frontier It's in the blood defending near and dear Action men must sterling be Fight for freedom but not for free (Chorus) A man must do what he must do To prove what life is all about Admit you must admire our guts If only cos they're hanging out (Chorus) Dogs of straw, bark and bite Dogs of straw, might is right Dogs of straw, stab and hate Dogs of straw, split and rape Dogs of straw, gouge and blind Dogs of straw, crunch and grind Dogs of straw, mash and maim Dogs of straw, cash and fame Dogs of straw, cut and kill Dogs of straw, guts for sale |
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13. |
| 2:50 | ||||
(Fingers/Ogilvie)
Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee We really shocked the local rock disc jock Oh crumbs oh boy oh sugar me The poor bloke nearly went right off his block We only told him what we did and didn't like And then we used that word and he jumped on the mike You can't say that on the radio You can't say that on the radio yes we all do it but you can't refer to it You can't say that on the radio Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee We said the word and got our knuckles rapped But if he didn't want to know Why did he ask our views on all that crap? Oh now we've done it and we've really got it wrong Not even Uncle John will get to play this song Cos you can't say crap on the radio You can't say crap on the radio We all do it but you can't refer to it You can't say crap on the radio Of course we teach freedom of speech But say as we say and not what we preach We know your sort you little guttersnipe Don't give us none of that shit Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee But now we know how we touched a sore spot Oh crumbs oh boy oh sugar me It's plain to see what got him bothered and hot We thought that it was just something that you said But then we realised it was all he played Cos he can play crap on the radio You can play crap on the radio Be careful what you say And you can play shite all day You can play crap on the radio Crapital radio |
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14. |
| 15:08 | ||||