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Jam - Scrape Away Şarkı Sözleri

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    your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick -
    your open disgust for ´idealistic naive´
    you´ve given up hope - you´re jaded and ill
    the trouble is your thoughts a catching disease.
    oh - you need to get away
    oh - you need a change of pace
    because you´re all dried up and you don´t believe
    you reckon i´m dreaming when i say i still feel real,
    you say you work for yourself and it´s the only way
    but i look at you talking and to me you just scrape away -
    what makes once young minds get in this state,
    is it age or just the social climate?
    you´re talking like some fucking hardened mp
    you´re saying power´s all
    and it´s power you need!
    oh - you need to get away
    oh - you need a change of pace
    because you´ve given up on hope -
    you´re emotionless -
    you´ve no need for love it´s just hate, hate, hate.
    but i look at you shaking and it is you -
    who is scraping away.
    you who is scraping away..
    smither-jones - bruce foxton
    here we go again, it´s monday at last,
    he´s heading for the waterloo line.
    to catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time,
    hope it isn´t late, got to be there by nine.
    pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
    stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times
    ´good morning smithers-jones´
    ´how´s the wife and home?´
    ´did you get the car you´ve been looking for?´ (repeat)
    let me get inside, let me take control of you,
    we could have some good times,
    all this worry will get you down,
    i´ll give you a new meaning to life - i don´t think so.
    sitting on the train, you´re nearly there
    you´re a part of the production line,
    you´re the same as him, you´re like tin-sardines,
    get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
    arrive at the office, spot on time,
    the clock on the wall hasn´t yet struck nine.
    ´good morning smithers-jones´,
    ´the boss wants to see you alone´.
    ´i hope its the promotion you´ve been looking for´ (repeat)
    ´come in smithers old boy´
    ´take a seat, take the weight off your feet´.
    ´i´ve some news to tell you´
    ´there´s no longer a position for you´ -
    ´sorry smithers-jones´.
    put on the kettle to make some tea
    it´s all a part of feeling groovy
    put on your slippers turn on the tv
    it´s all a part of feeling groovy
    it´s time to relax now you´ve worked your arse off
    but the only one smilin´ is the sun tanned boss
    work and work and work and work til you die
    cause there´s plenty more fish in the sea to fry.
    little boy soldiers - paul weller
    its funny how you never knew what my name was,
    our only contact was a form for the election.
    these days i find that you don´t listen,
    these days i find that we´re out of touch,
    these days i find that i´m too busy,
    so why the attention now you want my assistance -
    what have you done for me?
    you´ve gone and got yourself in trouble,
    now you want me to help you out.
    these days i find that i can´t be bothered,
    these days i find that its all too much,
    to pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
    but i´ve got no choice so here i come - war games.
    i´m up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
    reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
    shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
    you´re one of us and we love you for that.
    think of honour, queen and country.
    you´re a blessed son of the british empire,
    god´s on our side and so is washington.
    come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
    come on outside - i´ll sing you a lullabye,
    and tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
    we ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
    the fucking lot - but we don´t feel bad.
    it was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
    you´ll believe - and i do, yes i do - yes i do -
    yes i do -
    these days i find that i can´t be bothered,
    to argue with them - well, what´s the point?
    better to take your shots and drop down dead,
    then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
    with a letter to your mum
    saying ´find enclosed one son, one medal´ - and a note to say he
    won.

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