| They say it ain’t safe to go out anymore
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| So the police station has bolted up the door
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| The floor’s full of torn up betting stubs
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| They put televisions in my favourite pubs
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| Our homes get bulldozed, no one watches
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| They want soap operas, not soap boxes
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| This town has left me high and dry
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| But i’ll be here 'till the day I die.
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| They tell me i’m just pissed off
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| Yeah maybe i’m just pissed off
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| But i’d rather be pissed off
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| Than be pissed on
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| As the world burns down outside
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| And they battle on the front line
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| My darling hold on tight
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| My darling hold on tight
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| We beg for another show we can watch 'till we’re sick
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| Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick
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| Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus
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| With abrakadabra and hocus pocus
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| One billion channels and there’s still nothing on
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| The television will not be revolutionised
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| The announcer says 'and now for something completely indifferent'
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| They tell me i’m just pissed off
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| Yeah maybe i’m just pissed off
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| But i’d rather be pissed off
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| Than be pissed on
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| As the world burns down outside
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| And they battle on the front line
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| My darling hold on tight
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| My darling hold on tight
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| 'Cause I demand my rock n roll, with blood sweat and tears
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| I demand my reggae, to cause bleeding in my ears
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| I demand my punk rock, to start a revolution
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| I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution
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| I demand sound systems on the streets, playing the loudest tracks
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| I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax
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| I demand love, that isn’t measured,
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| by the relationships of the characters on Friends
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| or the words to some dire RnB song about what a good man
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| what a mighty, mighty good man is
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| So as the world burns down outside
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| And they battle on the front line
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| My darling hold on tight
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| My darling hold on tight |