Текст песни Style Council - Confessions of a Pop Group
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Cheap and tacky bullshit landTold when to sit dont know where you standToo busy recreating the pastTo live in the future.Poor relations to uncle sam - bears no relation to the country manToo busy being someone else to be who you really are.Shitty plastic prefab townMind where you walk when the sun goes downToo busy hating others to even love your own.Bobbies on the beat again - beating blacks for blues again.Its one way to get involved in the community.Love me, love my jeansI must buy shares in heinz baked beansToo busy buying up, selling out, selling off.3,2,1, in others terms - win a life sentence and a queen mum permThe individuals that state, in a state of seige.Do pop and press and mix, do tits and news stewThe next one in the poor house could be youTo busy saying "thank you" to say what for? No time to spare - "spare me a dime"? The great depression is organised crimeTheir confessions are written in your blood.Kiss your ass an dreams goodbyeCome back when youve learnt to cryTo busy tryna be strong to see how weak you are.Wave your flags and waive your fateThe freedom you claim is the one you hateThe victory you seek will never come.Brutal views through brutal eyesSee no future, hear no liesSpeak no truth to me or the people I love.When I grow up I want to beAll the things youve never beenAnd your opinion will count for none.