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THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller) The place I love is a million miles away, It`s too far for the eye to see, Still it`s me at least, and you can`t come there No one is allowed at all, Only animals that love, will always only, ever could be And it`s always at the back of my mind. The place I love is overgrown now, With beautiful moss and colourful flowers, And goldfish that swim in a pool, there`s a small brick wall, With neon lighting controlled by lightning, I`m making a stand against the world There`s those who would hurt us if they heard. The place I love is no where near here, Not within a yard of those trendy do`s, Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift, With cherished thoughts and bitterness. I`m making a stand against the world, There`s those who would hurt us if they heard And that`s always in the back of my mind. `A` BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller) Where the streets are paved with blood, with cataclysmic overtones, Fear and hate linger in the air, A strictly no-go deadly zone. I don`t know what I`m doing here `cause it`s not my scene at all There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street They`ve called in the Army, they`ve called in the police. I`m stranded on the vortex floor, My head`s been kicked in and blood`s started to pour Through the haze I can see my girl 15 geezers got her pinned to the door I try to reach her but fall back on the floor There`s an `A` bomb in Wardour Street It`s blown up the West End, now it`s spreading throughout the City, `A` bomb in Wardour Street, it`s blown up the City Now it`s spreading through the country. Law and order take a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot. Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell you that you`re still a free man. Well if this is freedom I don`t understand `cause it seems like madness to me. `A` bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb. A Phillistine nation, of degredation, And hate and war. There must be more It`s Doctor Martin`s A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E, Apocalypse! ALL MOD CONS (Weller) Seen you before, I know your sort, You think the world awaits your every breath You`ll be my friend, or so you say You`ll help me out when the time comes And all the time we`re getting rich, You hang around to help me out But when we`re skint, Oh God Forbid! You drop us like hot bricks. Artistic Freedom. Do what you want, But just make sure that the money ain`t gone. I`ll tell you what, I got you sussed, You`ll waste my time, when the time comes. TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN`T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller) To be someone must be a wonderful thing, A famous footballer a rock singer, or a big film star, yes I think I would like that. To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls to proove that I`m a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone. Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it`s quickly diminished And there`s no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool no more reporters at my beck and call no more cocaine, now it`s only ground chalk no more taxis now we`ll have to walk But didn`t we have a nice time - didn`t we have a nice time Oh wasn`t it such a fine time I realize I should have stuck to my guns Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it`s cost me a lot And there`s no more drinking when the club shuts down, I`m out on my arse with the rest of the clowns It`s really frightening without a bodyguard so I stay confined to my lonely room
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