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Stop your messing around,
Better think of your future. Time you straighten right out, Creating problems in town. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you. Stop your fooling around. Time you straighten right out. Better think of your future, As you wind up in jail. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you. Stop your messing around. Better think of your future. Time you straighten right out, Creating problems in town. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you Rudy. Oh, its a message to you Rudy. Yeah, its a message to you Rudy. its a message to you Rudy... |
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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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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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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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Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking Welcome aboard DC-10 flight number 1313 We will be cruising at a height of twenty five thousand feet at an air speed of sixty hundred miles per hour Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music Have a good flight Safety belts and sickness bags, jet lag downer pills Duty free booze and fags make me feel ill A vapor trail from A to B, away from normal sanity It all seems so absurd to me I've seen the carpets on the walls of hotels rooms around the world I never want to hear the screams of the teenage girls in other peoples dreams Spread the disease, from the south China sea To the beach hotel Malibu Phone my girlfriend to ask her "How's her weekend?" I say "Hi, Terry here", and she says "Terry who, the hell are you?" The businessmen are having fun are they on a different plane to me I've lost touch with reality, they all seem so absurd to me Like well dressed chimpanzees Spend and spend and spend and spend Will the muzak never end? Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking Due to expected engine failures we will be forced to attempt an emergency landing Please remain seated, extinguish all cigarettes, and fasten safety belts Follow the emergency procedures laid out in the pamphlet located in front of your seats For normal breathing, oxygen masks will be released from the compartment above your head Please remain calm and follow the instructions of your stewardess at all times This is a recording ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JERRY DAMMERS Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC. |
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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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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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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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I'm going out tonight
I don't know if I'll be alright Everyone wants to hurt me Baby danger in the city I have to carry a knife Because there's people threatening my life I can't dress just the way I want I'm being chased by the national front Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me I won't fight for a cause don't want to change the law Leave me alone, just leave me alone I want to get out on my own I'm walking home tonight I only walk where there's lots of lights In the alleys and the doorways Some throw a bottle right in your face Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me I'm walking home tonight I only walk where there's lots of lights In the alleys and the doorways Some throw a bottle right in your face I won't fight for a cause I don't want to change the law Leave me alone, just leave me alone I want to get out on my own Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By R. RADIATION <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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