1. |
wrong
02:44
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I’m fifty four years old
Been working here so long
So many years, now I think
Nothing of it any more
Been here all along
Be there after I’m gone
I turn up, do my job
I clock out and I go home
When we use them I
Check all the machines
Inspect the gauges twice a day
Turn on the screens
Check all the straps and wires
Make sure the motor hums
To be sure it’s good to go
When the zero hour comes
Every day sharp at noon
I’m flicking up the switch
And makes a deafening sound
With an ominous low pitch
And none of them like
what they can hear
Because when they do
they know the time is near
But what if that's wrong?
Can’t let that worry you
Would make your day too long
Smarter people thought it through
It's not my job
To judge or decide
I do my part well
And that's my pride
But what if that's wrong?
Can’t let that worry you
Would make your day too long
Smarter people thought it through
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2. |
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Pulverised
Run out of choices
Demonised
A million voices chanting
Hypnotised
Not dead but dreaming
Caught in a
A web of scheming
Oh my god
Can you hear that scene?
Can you see that noise?
Can you feel it
Scratching on your bones
Calling from out of the void
Is this a dream or memory?
Or just a scene from an old TV show?
It’s all so real to me
Is this a world I know?
I’m alive
And barely standing
Such a sight
To see at the end of time
See the light
So demanding
Now the night
Comes down and all this
Turns to dust
Can you hear that stare?
Can you see that voice?
It's the future
Bearing down on you
Getting louder hear the noise
Is this a dream or memory?
Or just a scene from an old TV show?
It’s all so real to me
Is this a world I know?
Bad news
Bad news
From outer space
Is this a dream or memory?
Or just a scene from an old TV show?
It’s all so real to me
Is this a world I know?
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3. |
jim connors
03:09
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Now all the remnants cleared
No time to shed his tears
They’ll never let him grieve, cast those ghosts from his mind
The jury all agreed
Their verdict plain to see
Were the last words running through his head when he died
Death by
Misadventure
Misadventure
Misadventure
Even though he tried
To get inside
They say he killed them
His children
A fate worse than death awaits all
those who cannot toe the line
The settled people cared
As much as they could spare
And they soon remembered to forget the other side
All they could ever see
Some fucked up family
And the last words running through his head when he died
Death by
Misadventure
Misadventure
Misadventure
Even though he tried
To get inside
They say he killed them
His children
A fate worse than death awaits all
those who cannot toe the line
Misadventure
Misadventure
Misadventure
Misadventure
Even though he tried
To get inside
They say he killed them
His children
A fate worse than death awaits all
those who cannot toe the line
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We took a trip out of the city
We lost some people on the way
Made it to the end of the river
Nothing left to say
For the first time
You took flight of all your reason
I saw it rise above the earth
If you could stand by your decisions
Be right here again
For the last time
When a fall from innocence
Comes across like
Leaving home again
And then
You fall like a stone
Only the excess remains
Now I’m so gone
Now I’m so broken up
Now I’m so far from home
When you were wrong
You should have spoken up
What planet did you come from?
We stood in line
Said we’re innocent
When you lost your mind
Knew we should try to help
But we've got all this time
We got home in the morning in the rain
So tired and we had nothing left to say
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5. |
sidney street
04:50
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A century ago, when London's east end
Was a place of an everyday agony
Squalor and disease was the daily bread
Vermin run across a charcoal-black street
Kids in factories to make ends meet
Escape the workhouse, they find you in the end
Cracked a jeweler's store, now things have gone wrong
The cops are at the door, time to be gone
Now there’s already three cops dead
Shot in the head
Revolutionaries
Dying under the siege
The zone of fire on Sydney Street
First act of the bloody show
Churchill’s cameo
Went to hide away down in Stepney
Little did they know cops were too keen
Everything they had to wipe them out clean
Refugee comrades blazing their guns
Up against a hundred fascist cop thugs
Soon enough Willy arrived at the scene and he
Can’t control his rage
Told them to torch their cage
Burning them alive
To finish off the fight
Finish off the fight
Hero cowards
Minor functionaries
They all came down to see
The zone of fire on Sydney Street
A raging torrent streams
In all our thoughts and dreams
The zone of fire on Sydney Street
The headlines are good to go
They got their spectacle
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