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THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller)
The place I love is a million miles away,
It`s too far for the eye to see,
Still it`s me at least, and you can`t come there
No one is allowed at all,
Only animals that love, will always only, ever could be
And it`s always at the back of my mind.
The place I love is overgrown now,
With beautiful moss and colourful flowers,
And goldfish that swim in a pool, there`s a small brick wall,
With neon lighting controlled by lightning,
I`m making a stand against the world
There`s those who would hurt us if they heard.
The place I love is no where near here,
Not within a yard of those trendy do`s,
Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,
With cherished thoughts and bitterness.
I`m making a stand against the world,
There`s those who would hurt us if they heard
And that`s always in the back of my mind.
`A` BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller)
Where the streets are paved with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones,
Fear and hate linger in the air,
A strictly no-go deadly zone.
I don`t know what I`m doing here
`cause it`s not my scene at all
There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street
They`ve called in the Army, they`ve called in the police.
I`m stranded on the vortex floor,
My head`s been kicked in and blood`s started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back on the floor
There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street
It`s blown up the West End, now it`s spreading
throughout the City,
`A` bomb in Wardour Street, it`s blown up the City
Now it`s spreading through the country.
Law and order take a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot.
Rape and murder throughout the land,
and they tell you that you`re still a free man.
Well if this is freedom I don`t understand
`cause it seems like madness to me.
`A` bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb,
Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb.
A Phillistine nation, of degredation,
And hate and war. There must be more
It`s Doctor Martin`s A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E,
Apocalypse!
ALL MOD CONS (Weller)
Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You`ll be my friend, or so you say
You`ll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we`re getting rich,
You hang around to help me out
But when we`re skint, Oh God Forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks.
Artistic Freedom. Do what you want,
But just make sure that the money ain`t gone.
I`ll tell you what, I got you sussed,
You`ll waste my time, when the time comes.
TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN`T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing,
A famous footballer a rock singer,
or a big film star, yes I think I would like that.
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to proove that I`m a man
And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone.
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it`s quickly diminished
And there`s no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine, now it`s only ground chalk
no more taxis now we`ll have to walk
But didn`t we have a nice time -
didn`t we have a nice time
Oh wasn`t it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it`s cost me a lot
And there`s no more drinking when the club shuts down,
I`m out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It`s really frightening without a bodyguard
so I stay confined to my lonely room

THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller)
The place I love is a million miles away,
It`s too far for the eye to see,
Still it`s me at least, and you can`t come there
No one is allowed at all,
Only animals that love, will always only, ever could be
And it`s always at the back of my mind.
The place I love is overgrown now,
With beautiful moss and colourful flowers,
And goldfish that swim in a pool, there`s a small brick wall,
With neon lighting controlled by lightning,
I`m making a stand against the world
There`s those who would hurt us if they heard.
The place I love is no where near here,
Not within a yard of those trendy do`s,
Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,
With cherished thoughts and bitterness.
I`m making a stand against the world,
There`s those who would hurt us if they heard
And that`s always in the back of my mind.
`A` BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller)
Where the streets are paved with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones,
Fear and hate linger in the air,
A strictly no-go deadly zone.
I don`t know what I`m doing here
`cause it`s not my scene at all
There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street
They`ve called in the Army, they`ve called in the police.
I`m stranded on the vortex floor,
My head`s been kicked in and blood`s started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back on the floor
There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street
It`s blown up the West End, now it`s spreading
throughout the City,
`A` bomb in Wardour Street, it`s blown up the City
Now it`s spreading through the country.
Law and order take a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot.
Rape and murder throughout the land,
and they tell you that you`re still a free man.
Well if this is freedom I don`t understand
`cause it seems like madness to me.
`A` bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb,
Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb.
A Phillistine nation, of degredation,
And hate and war. There must be more
It`s Doctor Martin`s A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E,
Apocalypse!
ALL MOD CONS (Weller)
Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You`ll be my friend, or so you say
You`ll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we`re getting rich,
You hang around to help me out
But when we`re skint, Oh God Forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks.
Artistic Freedom. Do what you want,
But just make sure that the money ain`t gone.
I`ll tell you what, I got you sussed,
You`ll waste my time, when the time comes.
TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN`T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing,
A famous footballer a rock singer,
or a big film star, yes I think I would like that.
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to proove that I`m a man
And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone.
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it`s quickly diminished
And there`s no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine, now it`s only ground chalk
no more taxis now we`ll have to walk
But didn`t we have a nice time -
didn`t we have a nice time
Oh wasn`t it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it`s cost me a lot
And there`s no more drinking when the club shuts down,
I`m out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It`s really frightening without a bodyguard
so I stay confined to my lonely room

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