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A New England
Here's Ya Getaway
Northern Line |
| » A New England « |
I was 21 years as I wrote this song
I'm 22 now but I won't be for long
People ask me "When will you grow up to be a man?"
But the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams
And I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal they put you on the pill
I don't feel sad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
Well I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Just looking for another girl
Well I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Just looking for another girl
Well I loved the words that you wrote to me but that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend
Well, I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only satellites
It's wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you cared
Well, I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Just looking for another girl
Well I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Just looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl |
| » Here's Ya Getaway « |
Bye bye baby ill cya later
Bye bye baby ill cya later
My man looks like the old Shakin' Stevens
He says I resemble like the old Steptoe
He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow
Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow
And the good man says bloody feel like leaving
But hes lean again forgotten what I already know
Made enough money shottin' bobby bills and po
He spent it all quick sniffin' up on the blow
Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
No shit Holmes with your big boy Sherlock
The man got chickenpox at 23
If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money
It ain't no dunny, it's a toilet
Great grandaddy, got sent there
So go back home
Stop cloggin' up pubs with your bullshit talkin'
And the nightbuses that complain at us
Peeps call us right-wing but we're pretty fucking liberal
I shit you, you not cos we're all for the equal
And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel
No question, the second one's feeble
Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
Yeah I'm waiting man, I cuss, must, and man
Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust
And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us
Here's ya getaway
I ain't gonna try to cry
Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
And so I must say
Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
I sad to see you cut the ties
Good man says bloody feel like leaving
In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead
Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red
The star symbolises the guts we bled
The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread
The moon much bigger representing the dead
Who lie in the sewers under soldier's feet
They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street
Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep
So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway
Here's ya getaway
You're getting away
Man here's ya getaway
And yeah bye bye baby
Ill see you later
Ill see you later
Here's ya getaway
Rob the bank here's ya getaway
And ill take my ticket get out of this town
And get away
Here's ya getaway
Ah cha cha baby
Here's ya getaway
Rob the bank take the getaway
And ill talk to the pigs hear as I say
And id get yourself out of this city, oh getaway
Oh man here's ya getaway
And id getaway, getaway, id getaway
Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see
And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway
And ill rob the bank, but ill take a getaway
Here's ya getaway
Bye bye baby ill
I ain't gonna try to cry
But I must say
Bye bye baby ill
I sad to see you cut the ties
Bye bye baby ill cya later |
| » Northern Line « |
You were a no-show, down the jivin disco
My momma's at home getting pissed on vino when the kids buy draws but theyre smokin bisto
My flow goes straight but it ends illegal and the regal sons get the purest bugel
And the bullies only pick on the young and feeble, now hey yo lets go mucho boozin
Sometimes you wonder what am i doing?
You move and you groove when you lose what you lose, and you lose what you groove and your moving away
And you move what you groove when you prove what you lose and you lose what you choose
And your moving away
Well ok, what happened this free state? straight to the barrier then run off away
I say what i mean but dont mean what i say was i right? no? oh-my-goody-gosh darn it
Chattin to barney from [---] with no barnet about how we sure do love it
A young son muppet with my ma's gin&tonic, & im pukin up all over your capri car bonnet
Chorus:
You got so much to take, too much always gonna waste your time
I need direction, always been crap on the travel as i read the signs
So shut your mouth love before i spit this track where the sun dont shine
Tick a tock the clock actin like a motherfucker drunk, fallin asleep on the northern line
All aboard! last train!
How would you feel gettin left alone he was a toned down original and stepped to toe
He was the bottomless bottles and the backwashed barrel
And the sikh who is son was thrown out and left farel(?)
Its all gone wrong in your life o answers
Users take AAA's art to charge us
Take you away from your hazy days
Rave life just a blur in the halls of dancers
Chorus
Wakey wakey! hup ya step! one man band, eh?
What you doing? where ya where ya run from?
Where ya where ya two tone, where you been done?
What you doin, where ya where ya been?
Your holdin it down with your piece-meal heart
(random ska lines) give it away, i want yo money etc
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