| Laid in the yellow ricksaw, backwards on New York Broadway
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| Rickety, rickety rickshaw, boggle the brain on Broadway
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| This can’t be what is real, impossible to feel
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| London can stamp a seal but New York is far too unreal
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, hmm, mmm
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| Too much of Little Brother, too much of metal shmudder
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| New rock is hard as butter, hip now to say you come from the gutter
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| There’s too many generations, so many new sensations
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| Writing in exclamations, who got the
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| Who got the, who got the explanations?
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| (Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
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| (I got the life that I’m after, I got the life and that is that)
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| (Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain’t gonna take none of that)
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| (I can’t believe that I’ll go hard, ooh) ooh-ooh-ooh, as an anarchist
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| Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
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| Do one of two things, thinkin' up new things
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| Tryin' to kick out the boozins, too many soo-soo-soothings
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| Do I believe in unions, do I believe in power?
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| Don’t care for revolutions, they’re failing hour by hour, mmm-hmm
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| Give us some education, teach us to want to care
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| Give us communication, teach us to want to care, mmm
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| Tired of anti-heroes, tired of cavalieros
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| Tired of interferos, tired of all my fearos
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| (Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
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| (I got the life that I’m after, I got the life and that is that)
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| (Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain’t gonna take none of that)
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| (I can’t believe that our God, ooh) is an anarchist
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| Bad in the yellow rickshaw, backwards on New York Broadway
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| Rickety, rickety rickshaw, boggle the brain on Broadway
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| This can’t be what is real, impossible to feel
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| London can stamp a seal but New York is too unreal
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| Too many generations, too many new sensations
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| Writin' in exclamations, who got the explanations?
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| Tired of anti-heroes, tired of cavalieros
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| Tired of interferos, tired of all my fearos
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| I don’t believe in unions, I don’t believe in power
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| Tired of revolutions, they’re dyin' hour by hour
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| Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
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| Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
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| I don’t believe in unions, I don’t believe in power
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| I don’t care for revolutions, they’re dyin' hour by hour
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| Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
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| Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
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| (Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
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| (I got the life that I’m after, I got the life and that is that)
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| (Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain’t gonna take none of that)
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| (I can’t believe that our God) is a anarchist, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (I Don't Believe) God Is An Anarchist , by - Steve Harley. Song from the album Hobo With A Grin, in the genre Иностранный рок