Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Green, artist - The Jam.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Pretty Green |
I’ve got a pocket full of pretty green — |
I’m gonna put it in the fruit machine — |
I’m gonna put it in the juke box — |
It’s gonna play all the records in the hit parade — |
This is the pretty green — this is society — |
You can’t do nothing — unless it’s in the pocket — oh no — |
I’ve got a pocket full of pretty green — |
I’m gonna give it to the man behind the counter — |
He’s gonna give me food and water — |
I’m gonna eat that and look for more — |
And they didn’t teach me that in school — |
It’s something that I learnt on my own — |
That power is measured by the pound or the fist — |
It’s as clear as this oh — |
I’ve got a pocket full of Pretty Green! |
MONDAY (Paul Weller) |
Rainclouds came and stole my thunder — |
Left me barren like a desert |
But a sunshine girl like you |
It’s worth going through — |
I will never be embarrassed about love again. |
Tortured winds that blew me over — |
When I start to think that I’m something special |
They tell me that I’m not — |
And they’re right and I’m glad and I’m not — |
I will never be embarrassed about that again. |
Oh baby I’m dreaming of Monday, |
Oh baby will I see you again, |
Oh baby I’m dreaming of Monday. |
MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP (Paul Weller) |
Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop |
Serves his last and says goodbye to him |
He knows it is a hard life |
But its nice to be your own boss really |
Walks off home does the last customer |
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop |
He is sick of working at the factory |
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really) |
Sells cigars to the boss from the factory |
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop |
He is sick of struggling so hard |
He says — it must be nice to own a factory |
Go to church do the people from the area |
All shapes and classes sit and pray together |
For here they are all one |
For God created all men equal. |
SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE (Paul Weller) |
I was in the Pub last night |
When a mutual friend of ours said |
He’d seen you in the uniform. |
Yeah the leather belt looks manly |
The black boots butch |
But oh what a bastard to get off. |
Promises, promises |
They offer real solutions |
But hatred has never won for long. |
And something you said set the house ablaze |
You was so open minded |
But by someone blinded |
And now your sign says closed. |
Promises, promises |
They offer real solutions |
But hatred has never won for long. |
I think we’ve lost our perception — |
I think we’ve lost sight of the goals we should be working for |
I think we’ve lost our reason |
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored! |
I wish that there was something |
I could do about it I wish that there was some way |
I could try to fight it Scream and shout it — |
It is called indoctrination |
And it happens on all levels |
But it has nothing to do with equality |
It has nothing to do with democracy |
And though it professes to It has nothing to do with humanity |
It is cold hard and mechanical |