| [I don’t have to tell you things
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| are bad, everybody knows things are bad
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| It’s a depression
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| Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their jobs
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| A dollar buys a nickels worth, banks are going bust
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| Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
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| Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody
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| anywhere seems to know what to do and there’s no end to it
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| We know, the air is not fit to breathe, our food is not fit to eat
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| We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that
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| today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent
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| crimes as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be
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| We know things are bad, worse than bad
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| They’re crazy, it’s like everything everywhere is going crazy so we
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| don’t go out anymore.
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| We sit in the house and slowly the world we’re living in is getting
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| smaller and all we say is please please leave us alone in our living
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| rooms, let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel
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| coated radio, and I won’t say anything just leave us alone
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| Well I’m not going to leave you alone, I want you to get mad
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| I want you to progress [??
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| ] and I don’t want you to run and I don’t want to tell you to tell
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| you to write to your Congressman
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| because I don’t know what to tell you to write
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| I don’t know what to do about the depression or the inflation or the
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| Russians or the crime in the street.
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| All I know is that first you got to get mad,
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| you’ve got to say it I’m a human being goddammit!
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| And my life has value]
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| I got friends in high places and limited time
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| I got a long list of women who pay me in kind
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| I got different reasons for wasting my mind
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| I don’t need nothing when I wanna get high
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| But I gotta keep rolling just to get by
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| I got different voices inside my head
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| I got plenty of demons under my bed
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| But I don’t get scared cos I’m already dead
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| And I’m walking round looking like I’ve never been fed
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| I tell a million stories with no words said
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| Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song
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| Sing me a lullaby, days gone by
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| Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song
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| Sing me a lullaby, days gone by
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| Sell my soul to the devil just to get paid
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| I’m taking one last breath as reality fades
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| Wasting time on the streets where heroes are made
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| Now I’m hanging round your place trying to get laid
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| I got different methods for wasting my day
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| Yeah I’m turning twenty-nine at the end of the year
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| Yeah I wonder if they’ll find me in the blood and the gear
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| I’m in a little bit of trouble cos I got no fear
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| It’s like I’m crying out loud but nobody can hear
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| I got plenty good reasons for hiding my tears
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| Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song
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| Sing me a lullaby, days gone by
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| Sing me to sleep, ah sing me a love song
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| Sing me a lullaby, days gone by |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lullaby , by - Gerry Cinnamon. Song from the album Erratic Cinematic, in the genre Альтернатива