Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The End, artist - Faithless. Date of issue: 23.07.2004
Song language: English
In The End |
| My baby was born in a bed |
| With white sheets, machines and heat |
| Traveled home in a car to a three room nest, eats and sleeps |
| Laminate flooring to crawl on, TV |
| Talks, starts to walk, amongst love and security |
| Goes to school, learns to read and write |
| Probably follows a team with his friends |
| And gets to ride the train |
| Fall in love, probably fly on a plane |
| Get to work all week and spend what he earns |
| On the high street |
| He’s got doctors, nurses, firemen, churches |
| Kindergarten, wedding bells and jet black hearses |
| Passport, bankcard, maybe his own yard |
| Locks and alarms, trinkets and charms |
| Maybe a baby in his arms |
| My baby was born on his knees |
| One of poverty 's offspring |
| Came into the world coughing |
| Already full of mother’s disease |
| Went back to a flat, with no gas, no cash |
| Rapped in a duvet full of cigarette ash |
| Mama can’t get no sleep |
| Baby never quite get enough to eat |
| Goes to school, learns to steal and fight |
| Probably form a team with his friends |
| Go steam those trains |
| Fall in love and never trust nobody again |
| Gets to work all week standing on the high street for Joe |
| Hustling blow, hustling blow |