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| 2:48 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:54 |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 | 
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Is this the in place to be What am I doing here Watching the girls go by Spending money on... Sleep all day, it's the only way I'm a parasite, I creep about at night Nite club, is this the in place to be Nite club, what am I doing here Nite club, watching the girls go by Spending money on... Hey, hey, I don't work 'cause I don't have to I don't have to work there's no work to do Nite club, I'm a member of the nite club I won't dance in a club like this 'Cause all the girls are sluts And the beer tastes just like piss |
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| 4. |
| 2:05 |
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You done too much much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me You done too much much too young Now you're married with a son when you should be having fun with me Don't wanna be rich, don't wanna be famous Ain't he cute |
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| 5. |
| 2:20 |
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| 6. |
| 3:10 |
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You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you got a Ph.D. I've got one art O-level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine You plan your conversation to impress the college bar Just talking about your mother and daddy's Jaguar Wear your political T-shirt and sacred college scarf Discussing the world situation, but just for a laugh You'll be working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Just working at your leisure to learn the things you don't need The promises you make tomorrow carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you got a Ph.D. I've got one art O-level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time You're working for the rat race You're no friend of mine |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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Rude boys outta jail They mess around in every town And now they've learned the rules They used to be rough, they used to be tough But now they're keepin' clean They don't fight, ............ If you see them around, don't put them down They're the coolest guys in town Rude boys outta jail They mess around in every town And now they've learned the rules They used to be rough, they used to be tough But now they're keepin' their cool |
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| 8. |
| 4:12 |
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| 9. |
| 3:51 |
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See him walk along this lonely street Trying to find, find a future New pair of shoes are on my feet Cause fashion is my only culture Nothing ever change People say to me just be yourself It makes no sense to fallow fashion How could I be anybody else I don't try I've got no reasons Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk - do nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk - say nothing I walk along this same lonely street Still trying to find, find a reason This man comes and smacks me in the teeth I don't complain it's not my concious Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk I walk - do nothing I'm living in a life without thinking I talk I talk - say nothing |
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| 10. |
| 5:58 |
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He's just a stereotype He drinks his age in pints He has girls every night He dosen't really exist He spends his weekends with whatever floats He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke He wants to stay out dosen't want to go home Till his prickly fingers are stuck down his throat He's just a stereotype He drinks his age in pints He drives home pissed at night And he listens to this every hour He drank his fiancee when he......... The doctor said no drink for 17 weeks He wants to gout but he has to stay home So he watches color TV on his own He's just a stereotype He drinks his age in pints He drives home pissed at night And he listens to this every hour The toplets are finished The cure is complete He hasn't had a drink for 17 weeks 17 punks to limit his night Goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight He's chasing ....... on a dark rainy night The rest .......... with flashing lights His mom's waking up she hopes he's alright But he's wrapped round the lampost on Saturday night He's just a stereotype He drinks his age in pints He has girls every night And he dosen't really exist |
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| 11. |
| 3:55 |
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| 12. |
| 3:34 |
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Why did you try to hurt me Did you really kill me Tell me why Why do we have to fight Why must we fight I have to defend myself from crack last night I know I am black You know you are white I'm proud of my black skin And you are proud of your white |
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| 13. |
| 4:00 |
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Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can't talk and I can't walk But I know where I'm going to go I'm going watch my money go At the Locarno, no When my feet go through the door I know what my right arm is for Buy a drink and pull a chair Up to the edge of the dance floor Bouncers bouncing through the night Trying to stop or start a fight I sit and watch the flashing lights Moving legs in footless tights I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I like to venture into town I like to get a few drinks down The floor gets packed the bar gets full I don't like life when things get dull The hen party have saved the night And freed themselves from drunken stags Having fun and dancing in A circle round their leather bags I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning But two o'clock has come again It's time to leave this paradise Hope the chip shop isn't closed 'Cause their pies are really nice I'll eat in the taxi queue Standing in someone else's spew Wish I had lipstick on my shirt Instead of piss stains on my shoes I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HALL <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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| 14. |
| 3:46 |
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| 15. |
| 4:34 |
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| 16. |
| 4:03 |
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