thing, everyday That's it, that's it, that's it Just as playin' every plan in different places Yeah, oi, oi, right there Who's round is it? Down that
" And there is no need to explain And there is nothing you could ever say To change the way I feel for you How can this be true? What kind of place is this
game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame. We will leave this place an empty stone Or this shinning ball of bule we
is this Heseltine with his corrupt lies? Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant deceit? These hideous mutants cast their shadows Across all that is worthwhile
tonight 2 minutes to midnight and the time is right City to city creepin' through the night Heading for trouble and startin' fights Walk in the place
crowded 'round like a fly on shit Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit This little punk he was new to the alley He rolled with some
And make sure he's alone And send me a cheeseburger And a new Rolling Stone Yeah. Well, the Sioux in Dakota They lost all of their land And now a basketball player Is
way to the Bay From tight cribs to Cadillacs, to no place to stay From O-Z's to fifty packs, from steaks to dickie snacks From G's to empty pockets, from
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt lies? Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant deceit? These hideous mutants cast their shadows Across all that is
the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame. We will leave this place an empty stone Or this shinning ball of bule
that appear to be empty, but are filled with imagination. picture your love. inhabiting this lonely chair. this is where they come to die, and the first place