Текст песни The Style Council - Here`s One That Got Away
The Style Council - Here`s One That Got Away слова песни
The pub talk, the scandals,like vandals they try to tear you downThe whispers, turn rumours,there`s no truth but that don`t stop those catsThey need the little bit extra,they don`t mind if it`s only conjecture They tried to tell me I wasn`t full time,I tried to think of an alibiI felt so awful I spat in their faces and ran for my lifeThey need that little bit extra,they don`t mind if it`s only conjectureThey tried to tell me their`s was the right way,I tried to shout that was a lie,I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride!Untouched by unhuman hands,`cause only God knows I don`t call that a manWho spends his waking days,telling others what to think and what to sayThey tried to tell me I wasn`t normal,I tried to shout there`s no such thing!I felt so sick I spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride!So catch me if you can,`cause I would rather be dead than live like that -Hey, hey, hey!