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Gloucester
07:01
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What a relief,
To be back on wheels again,
It's a frightfully small town,
That you're living in,
Escape to the city lights,
Escape to the city life,
Is there anyone else here,
Who's looking the same?
I'm playing this game you know,
Called town to town to disco,
Then I hit the road,
I hit the road on my own,
What is it that you call "life"?
A knock on the head happens once or twice,
Changes personality,
It's everything you can't quite see.
No point in worrying,
About what's gonna happen to me,
No point in asking,
What's happened to the family.
But you had your chance,
Time and time again,
The same old dance,
From the south to the north and back again,
Well home is where the heart lies,
Buried underneath arms and legs,
You're bonded forever, the laces tied,
They're grasping at your neck, at your neck.
Demolish your history,
Like a wrecking ball on Cromwell Street,
The sentence they give to you,
It's the smallest you could ever do,
Yeah it's nothing but time to lose,
Yeah.
The ringing of the bells,
The ringing of the bells,
It's the wringing of your hands,
It's the ringing of the bells,
It's the ringing of the bells,
It's the ringing of the bells,
Lay the bars at my feet,
Let my bars escape me,
Lay the bars at my feet,
Let the bars escape me
Lay the bars at my feet,
Let the bars escape me.
Give me back my city,
How'd you take it from me?
No care in the world,
Missing every single turn.
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2. |
Benedict Canyon
06:01
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Hey, where did the girls go?
In their pastel blouses getting stoned,
Heading to the Golden Gate,
Hey, where did the car go?
Put the keys down and they're gone,
Can't do anything in my own home.
You see,
And now the,
And now the city's gone,
A broken home,
Pigs everyone,
And now the,
And now the city's gone,
Your broken home,
Pigs everyone.
And the doors are locked so no-one can get in,
They'll pick the locks, break the doors in,
And now I'm scared, and now I'm scared for my life,
I've tried too many times just missing out.
But I don't know where to go,
I don't know where to go.
Now I'm freezing in this cold sense of self,
Rejoices,
And I don't know where to hide.
But I know,
I know the city's gone,
So won't you please,
Just run the gun,
You're running away,
We're running away from ourselves,
And now we know,
Just who to blame.
The doors are locked and the gun is cocked,
It's knife to knife and bullet to bullet,
The doors are locked and the gun is cocked,
And you didn't see any of it,
The doors are locked and the gun is cocked,
It's knife to knife and bullet to bullet,
The doors are locked and the gun is cocked,
And you didn't see any, you didn't see any...
Now I'm trying to see through these bars again,
The tax won't lead on to the streets,
And here comes brainwashed acid days yet again,
Instructional diaries on Super 8.
But we know,
We know the city's gone,
Too many lost,
The safety's off,
I'm breaking up,
I'm breaking towns again,
Just what you know,
You've lost a friend,
You've lost a friend,
You've lost a friend,
You've lost a friend,
You've lost a friend.
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Toronto
06:41
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Here comes the news again,
Wiping out citizens,
Here comes the news again,
Wiping out the public's mind,
Oh you know, you know too well.
Here we are all lined up friends,
Here we are, public expense,
Here we are waltzing again,
Crouch down again and I'll do the same for you.
You want a family,
Doesn't the whole country?
You want a family,
Can we afford you and me?
I know the place is bribed,
I know the bottom line,
I know the phone is tapped,
To keep in check again.
What she says she wants,
Just like high rise buildings,
I know what it costs,
Costs you a fucking living,
And I know what she wants,
But does anyone watch TV any more?
I know what she says,
She's walking out the front door again.
I know the story too well,
I know the faces of hell,
I know the story too well,
Wedding bells, wedding bells ring,
Wedding bells, wedding bells ring.
Tell me the country's gone,
I would say nothing,
Tell me the country's gone,
Well you can't have it from me,
Tell me the country's gone,
You aren't kidding me,
Tell me the country's gone,
You ain't fooling me.
Well the buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
What if I won't pay it?
And the buck stops with me,
And the buck stops with me,
And the buck stops with me,
What if I don't pay it?
And the buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
What if I don't pay it?
The buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
The buck stops with me,
What if I don't pay it?
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