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THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller)The place I love is a million miles away,It`s too far for the eye to see,Still it`s me at least, and you can`t come thereNo one is allowed at all,Only animals that love, will always only, ever could beAnd it`s always at the back of my mind.The place I love is overgrown now,With beautiful moss and colourful flowers,And goldfish that swim in a pool, there`s a small brick wall,With neon lighting controlled by lightning,I`m making a stand against the worldThere`s those who would hurt us if they heard.The place I love is no where near here,Not within a yard of those trendy do`s,Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,With cherished thoughts and bitterness.I`m making a stand against the world,There`s those who would hurt us if they heardAnd that`s always in the back of my mind.`A` BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller)Where the streets are paved with blood,with cataclysmic overtones,Fear and hate linger in the air,A strictly no-go deadly zone.I don`t know what I`m doing here`cause it`s not my scene at allThere`s an `A` bomb in Wardour StreetThey`ve called in the Army, they`ve called in the police.I`m stranded on the vortex floor,My head`s been kicked in and blood`s started to pourThrough the haze I can see my girl15 geezers got her pinned to the doorI try to reach her but fall back on the floorThere`s an `A` bomb in Wardour StreetIt`s blown up the West End, now it`s spreadingthroughout the City,`A` bomb in Wardour Street, it`s blown up the CityNow it`s spreading through the country.Law and order take a turn for the worst,In the shape of a size 10 boot.Rape and murder throughout the land,and they tell you that you`re still a free man.Well if this is freedom I don`t understand`cause it seems like madness to me.`A` bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb,Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb.A Phillistine nation, of degredation,And hate and war. There must be moreIt`s Doctor Martin`s A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E,Apocalypse!ALL MOD CONS (Weller)Seen you before, I know your sort,You think the world awaits your every breathYou`ll be my friend, or so you sayYou`ll help me out when the time comesAnd all the time we`re getting rich,You hang around to help me outBut when we`re skint, Oh God Forbid!You drop us like hot bricks.Artistic Freedom. Do what you want,But just make sure that the money ain`t gone.I`ll tell you what, I got you sussed,You`ll waste my time, when the time comes.TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN`T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller)To be someone must be a wonderful thing,A famous footballer a rock singer,or a big film star, yes I think I would like that.To be rich and have lots of fansHave lots of girls to proove that I`m a manAnd be No. 1 - and liked by everyone.Getting drugged up with my trendy friendsThey really dig me and I dig themAnd the bread I spend - is like my fame - it`s quickly diminishedAnd there`s no more swimming in a guitar shaped poolno more reporters at my beck and callno more cocaine, now it`s only ground chalkno more taxis now we`ll have to walkBut didn`t we have a nice time -didn`t we have a nice timeOh wasn`t it such a fine timeI realize I should have stuck to my gunsInstead shit out to be one of the bastard sonsand lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it`s cost me a lotAnd there`s no more drinking when the club shuts down,I`m out on my arse with the rest of the clownsIt`s really frightening without a bodyguardso I stay confined to my lonely room

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