we don?t want they?re war Oil drums and then the government will fall This is the 51st state where the people have no voice we?ve been looking for a leader
no future in British steel know the only thing which really makes us smile is a joke and a laugh and a night on the tiles no one ever gives you anything for
Welcome to England, there is no fun, where there is no choice for any of us where there is no left there is no right new labours a joke just another
that owes you nothing at all Concrete up to the sky And a million people waiting to die A million people living a lie A million people waiting to die A million people
I wave my last goodbye, I won?t feel shame and I won?t ask why there?s no place to hold my pain, there?s no heaven for those who pray (Thanks to James Marshall for
floors And all the lads are packed off fighting They never knew Thought that they might see the world Shellshocked in a dusty old hell hole Wishing for
no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in
Don't matter if it's out of tune Sing it to the bar I've got my green guitar But i never had a silver spoon (Thanks to I Am The Enemy for these lyrics
stops burning Ones that we lost but we never forget Keep earning It never stops hurting The child in your soul That never grows old (Thanks to I Am The Enemy for
They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room The people in the cheap seats didn't have the clearest view But they all cried when the music
watch us fall apart Every tear in your eye, every lump in your throat every beat in your heart that won?t let you let go (Thanks to James Marshall for
the youth We make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's
back busta Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas Chorus [Sen Dog] Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits For ever backing up that
s for the ones that make it happen, for every fucken latin tryna make it with this rapping, Chicano Rap is culture We do it for us, Chicano gangster rap for
: Intro: People! *Echos* Get ready! It feels so good to be back! Ladies and gentleman Introducing the new me Improved youth No fool Verse #1 Never
yours, and so this world". Finally He arrives to the Place where His people live Rage when He sees another Lord on His jewelled throne For years the
