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Most Wanted (Demo Mix)
03:56
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behold the man who's captured the limelight
and with luck he played all his cards right
he didn't need to play no guitar
vanity and arrogance have got him this far
with his fame he can rake in the dough
because he knows how to put on a show
he bathes himself in the light of his wealth
showing no one can love him like he loves himself
CHORUS
He's got the money got the girls
He's most famous round the world
He lives his life on the sun
Always pissing down on everyone
He would be god if he could
He's made an art of looking good
He's knows he's damn hot as more cash fills the pot
But there's one thing he ain't got...
Strutting round the stage like a peacock on weed
He doesn't bother to keep to the speed
He doesn't need to know how to sing
He's got his big ring bling and his ding a ling
With his stylist he knows he looks swank
And it doesn't matter that his music is W**k
As his sex symbol status will be set in stone
When he gives a blowjob to his microphone
CHORUS
He's got the money got the girls
He's most famous round the world
He lives his life on the sun
Always pissing down on everyone
He would be god if he could
He's made an art of looking good
He's knows he's damn hot as more cash fills the pot
But there's one thing he ain't got... and that's talent
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Here I stand
Suitcase and guitar in hand
These Tunnels in my stride
PC don
He tells me that I must move on
And take a walk outside
CHORUS
But here am I
On the Underground
And that wont change
No that wont change
Without the light
I have clearer insight
Into the world
The world we live in
Half past three
The tunnels have their symphony
And I am not alone
Passers by
give me just enough to buy
a coffee and a scone
CHORUS
But here am I
On the Underground
And that wont change
No that wont change
Without the light
I have clearer insight
Into the world
The world we live in
CHORUS
But here am I
On the Underground
And that wont change
No that wont change
Without the light
I have clearer insight
Into the world
The world we live in
No suns glare
People do not pry and stare
and I can live my life
(But I) have my fans
Who don't ignore my one man band
and help me through my strife
CHORUS
But here am I
On the Underground
And that wont change
No that wont change
Without the light
I have clearer insight
Into the world
The world we live in
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Here comes the politician
Fake smile, a suit and a tie
He's come to meet the spanish inquisition
we're eager to here the what and the why
But as usual
He's saying nothing
Is he dumb
Or is he bluffing
For he's bin playin' this game of politics
where honesty and conscience don't even exist
There is no solution
Without a revolution
Credit cuts withstanding
Protests which are expanding
You know there's no backing
They say your plan is lacking
The sorts of credentials
That they would deem essential
He speaks on economics
With the precision of a drunken giraffe
He's the master of missing the topics
Spouting off some figures from an unknown graph
But as usual
He's saying nothing
Is he dumb
Or is he bluffing
For he's bin playin' this game of politics
Surrounded by a bunch of squabbling hypocrits
The public will brand you
Nimby's will always damn you
The pressure is too great
you cannot afford to wait
Which ever way you turn
Someone's gonna crash and burn
So try to save yourself
And sacrifice this nations health
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So this is the way that you want to see the world
Just a silhouette of darkness in the light
So you can be proud to see your flag unfurled
Safely in the knowledge that you're always right
And darkness covers those of whom you despise
While your friends can always bask in the sun
It gives you the perfect chance to brutalise
Knowing that you hold account to no one
CHORUS
And you always wanted to keep things simple for yourself
So you chose to see in black and white
So naught can distract you fro the farming of your wealth
And so you can crush all opponents in sight
So this is the way you want to see the world
With all your colours set to zero
So even if you are the first to let fist go curled
You can still end up feeling like the hero
And you decide our fates within a single glance
Marking us for public execution
You find it easy not to give a second chance
With such faith in constitution
CHORUS
And you always wanted to keep things simple for yourself
So you chose to see in black and white
So naught can distract you fro the farming of your wealth
And so you can crush all opponents in sight
And so you will recite your poetry of eloquence
Of which you always wish to reprise
And as you stumble through your front room filled with elephants
Which for you not to see means they must be in disguise...
They're not black or white
So this is the way you want to see the world
A place where you are wisdoms guiding light
So you can cheer to see your flag unfurled
It's a pity you can only see it in black and white
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You say you are the word of spoken truth
And I hear you say you've found the proof
You twist the lines of ancient text
And use it to hang the noose around our necks
Your followers are naught to you but sheep
Their service's your harvest to reap
drawn to you by your wisdoms guiding light
So blinding that you rob them of their sight
And then you finish building your temple of ignorance
And the greatest power will be at your command
And all those that follow you
Will never understand
You say that he's watching us from above
You speak of a world of peace and love
But all you ever do is hate
And tell the rest of us we're already to late
You brand us all for our "evil" crimes
And say justice will make us pay in time
But really who are you to tell
Which of us are damned to burn in hell
And then you fortify your temple of ignorance
As the enemy close in on all sides
And all those that follow you
Will try to stem the tide
You beat your followers till their souls are all but dead
So you can print your rage inside their heads
You conceal the signs of their delusion
And Spur them on to bloody revolution
And then you will return to your temple of ignorance
With all their blood stained on your hands
You know that they'll never find
Your spoken promise land
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Hanging on the line
Bin waiting all this time
Just to talk to you
A question in my mind
That I really need
To say to you
CHORUS
But am I wasting all my time
Should I go find someone else
And even if you answer
Will you ever be able to help
Hanging on the line
Only company the whine
Of the engaged tone
Outside the sun shines
But I'm stuck in here
Strapped to this telephone
CHORUS
But am I wasting all my time
Should I go find someone else
And even if you answer
Will you ever be able to help
How long has it been
Always seems to be like the same scene
repeated over... and over... and over
What's the message mean
How long must I wait
Until it's over... over... over
CHORUS
But am I wasting all my time
Should I go find someone else
And even if you answer
Will you ever be able to help
Hanging on the line
Bin waiting all this time
Just to talk to you
A question in my mind
That I really need
To say to you
I'm gonna keep hanging on the line
I don't care what people say
And even if it seems you can't be mine
I'll still love you anyway
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8. |
Pulsar (Demo Mix)
02:44
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9. |
Into The Blue (Demo Mix)
06:22
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