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Style Council The The Singular Adventures Of The Style Council

No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor They?re batting on pickets - trying to even the score It?s all inclusive - the dirt comes free And you

I remember all the early days Trying to think of the right things to say I didn?t want you to think I was like the rest Who think they own you just because

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Brothers, sisters, one day we?ll all be free From fighting; violence; people crying in the street When the angels from above

There?s a girl in my office She keeps on stopping Right in front of my eyes Though I try and try I can?t hide anymore Letting my feelings speak for me

Dads gone down the dog track, engels? laying cables Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables They?re preparing for power and how to

t go away. I could chase around for nothing to be found, But why look for something that is never there. I may get it wrong sometimes but I'll come back in style

You don?t have to take this crap You don?t have to sit back and relax You can actually try changing it I know we?ve always been taught to rely Upon those

I play out my role Why I?ve even been out walking They tell me that it helps But I know when I?m beaten All those lonely films And all those lonely parties