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Eight in the morning
The noise in the street sounding like hell
TheyÂre digging the sidewalk
The forth time, the fifth time
Who could tell!
They are like termites
Looking for food without a rest
Tearing the ground up!
Tomorrow their task will be the same
A new dayÂs beginning in my town
IÂll have to get up early feeling down
The bus is late as ever I feel worse
The tube is full of people
Let us walk!
Tell me when our leaders
Will act a way that we could understand
They claim to be prepared
To know whatÂs good or bad our lives
And when the council
Sends you a note, itÂs a bad sign
Citizen, dead
HearÂs a new tax if you donÂt mind
Tomorrow you´ll pay more
At the parking meter
The council cares for you
Like a baby-sitter
And if you have a problem donÂt you worry
HearÂs a good idea just final
*Tell me when our leaders
Will talk about good mews for a change
Tell me it will be never
Cos we are always loosing all the same
And if you stand up
TheyÂll label you a Âsocial disgraceÂ
You hairy young man
The almighty ones donÂt like your face
Or youÂll be sent to a nasty place
(*Repeat)
The noise in the street sounding like hell
TheyÂre digging the sidewalk
The forth time, the fifth time
Who could tell!
They are like termites
Looking for food without a rest
Tearing the ground up!
Tomorrow their task will be the same
A new dayÂs beginning in my town
IÂll have to get up early feeling down
The bus is late as ever I feel worse
The tube is full of people
Let us walk!
Tell me when our leaders
Will act a way that we could understand
They claim to be prepared
To know whatÂs good or bad our lives
And when the council
Sends you a note, itÂs a bad sign
Citizen, dead
HearÂs a new tax if you donÂt mind
Tomorrow you´ll pay more
At the parking meter
The council cares for you
Like a baby-sitter
And if you have a problem donÂt you worry
HearÂs a good idea just final
*Tell me when our leaders
Will talk about good mews for a change
Tell me it will be never
Cos we are always loosing all the same
And if you stand up
TheyÂll label you a Âsocial disgraceÂ
You hairy young man
The almighty ones donÂt like your face
Or youÂll be sent to a nasty place
(*Repeat)
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