The Living End-Self Titled
PRISONER OF SOCIETY Well we don’t need no one to tell us what to do Oh yes we’re on our own and there’s nothing you can do So we don’t need no one like you, to tell us what to do We don’t refer to the past when showing what we’ve done Our generation gap means the war is never won The past is in your head, the futures in our hands Cos I’m a brat – And I know everything And I talk back – cos I’m not listening To anything you say And if you count to 3 You’ll see it’s no emergency You’ll see I’m not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society
GROWING UP (FALLING DOWN) I'm lying on my head, no I'm not in my bed Just checkin' out the world from a different angle That's what happens when you trip on your blindness Always seems for some reason that it is happening to me Why is it so, and why don't I know? Why is it so, I can't see the obstacle in front of me Christ, I'm falling down again, It happens to me now and then I'm growing up yeah, growing up yeah I won't let it fade away, I promise to be strong and brave I'm growing up yeah, growing up yeah Open up your eyes and maybe then you'll realise The truth is in the thoughts you hold and not the obstacle in front of you
SECOND SOLUTION Standin’ on a street light Tryin’ to get away Guilty, Guilty I hear you say Countin’ down the hours But I haven’t got the time 23rd Precinct jumping on the line What I wanna know Is will I get death row Or is there a second solution What I wanna say Is will I die today Or will I get second solution It was never meant to end this way One shot violence I hear what you say Standin’ on a street light Tryin’ to get away Guilty, Guilty I hear you say
WEST END RIOT There's a kid who was born and was raised in the West There's a kid from the East who never really fit in with the rest Every week they would meet in the street with their friends With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to their death This time we'll have victory Last time ended in a defeat Our town becomes a battleground West End Riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time See a bum on the street that you think you recognise Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought that we'd have to care So WEST END RIOT!!! There’s a man who was born in the West workin’ at a factory There’s a man from the East who know runs the whole company How they’ve grown on their own not like the kids they used to be Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories
BLOODY MARY Well there's no time to stop her now Mary's gonna get her way somehow Still just a game but I ask her and remind Still just a game but I ask her and remind that Mary… 23 seconds on the floor Is all she needs and not a minute more Still just a game but I ask her and remind Still just a game but I ask her and remind that Mary… You'll die tonight!
MONDAY Monday, a day like no other Monday, was their last day Some say, life is a struggle Some say, life should be easy One day, in a peaceful village School day, in working DUNBLANE ONE man, could change their whole world One man, is all it took for... No school today, it's just a memory ONE MIND GONE WRONG??? I don't wanna play on Monday I don't wanna play on Monday Pinned to my memory, not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Change of plans on a rainy day A new lesson to be learnt today Pack up your guns and your soldiers too Because one sick mind depends on YOU... Playin' quietly, along came destiny, I don't wanna play...
ALL TORN DOWN I see the city and it isn't what it used to be A million houses goin' up and down in front of me No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again Don't care if it's historic - don't really care at all A hidden landscape on the brink of a development A protest rally never satisfied with development Both striving for a perfect world Each having their own opinion Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all All Torn Down I see the city and it's grown into a big machine The streets are freeways and the parks are just a memory No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all All Torn Down You've got no reason
SAVE THE DAY So here I come to save the day A regular Joe now on parade They say, it's the only way, but they They only want it when it's there So here I come to save the day The future's here and the past is yesterday They say, it's the only way, they say They only want it when it's there We're not going on a holiday We do a lot of work and we don't get paid Stand up don't walk away Take your pride and swallow Life's full of much unwanted waste Crime pays and the junkies walk away But for husband and the good son They speak ill at ease but they dare not run They dare NOT RUN
TRAPPED Here it comes again Don't let it pass you by like the city bound train You know it's up to us To lead the way and march toward victory Standin' on the right side, who knows what's right? Don't look now, seems like we're TRAPPED somehow I'm not sure if we'll ever make it out of here alive Don't look now, seems like we're TRAPPED somehow Time is almost up, but the war has just begun We're stuck inside a place And soon we'll have to face the outside world... The anger on the street Begins to raise some heat, and we're almost out of time
FLY AWAY I've told myself, so many times Not to turn into the type, but I've found Is it too late, has my time come? Sometimes I think I'm losing it Am I the only one? Understandin', more like demanding Where do the grey skies end? Should I stay or fly away? The wings that I begin to grow Will surely let me know How far I have to go And I'll be there Oh yet again, thought I was right But as usual I end up on the wrong side of the fence Is it too late, has my time come? Sometimes I think I'm losin' it Am I the only one?
I WANT A DAY 10.50, 3 minutes till, till 11 I don't want the alarm again 9.30, 3 minutes till, on the way to work, not smiling I know time to go and punch my card in Today, just another day at eleven Got to help, so much to tidy up, too much too soon I want a day, where I don't have to get up Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut I want a day, where I don't have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone Not fair to be left in this job all alone No help, no credit for making this Evil machine doesn't stop Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!
SLEEP ON IT The afternoon just slips away 'Cause it's the end of another day And as the sky turns from blue to black Time again for the image is back So I don't know what's right Screaming at you in the middle of the night Can you help me please, Can you HELP??!! Don't you sleep on it The walls are closing in This time you feel you'll know it's not right Now I know! Far away from reality Is a lock that holds no key The strangest dream I ever had Wake up call never seemed so bad Don't know what's come over me Some say that it's destiny
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