1. |
Around the Blocks
04:03
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Outside the shops and round the blocks
The kids who spit and smoke a lot
Are staring at the local cops - it's bad
While Grandma's scared to walk the streets
Today the dog won't get its meat
She hopes the cat will come home in one piece
And in the streets where you first kissed
To be inside the house you wished
But Mum and Dad are not allowing this
So drink the sacred lager kid
It makes you sick, so do the cigs
But you know you'll love 'em in the end
In the end
The only thing you'll be is older
In the end
A wiser head on wiser shoulders
In the end
All the things you love and hold dear will stay with you
Meanwhile in subways and the tubes
The tags you sprayed still spoil the views
And upset the early morning queues
Here grey people in greyer suits
Ignore the likes of me and you
Politely they ignore each other too
Kid, see that tired look in their eyes
Mistake your fate in that and die
Goodbye, see you later, get a life
So you'd best hold the one you love
Though you may not be very good
You know you'll get better in the end
In the end
The only thing you'll be is older
In the end
A wiser head on wiser shoulders
In the end
All the things you love and hold dear will stay with you
Keep your eyes wide open
Keep an ear to the ground
In these means streets
Don't steal a kiss if you can't do the time
In the end
The only thing you'll be is older
In the end
A wiser head on wiser shoulders
In the end
All the things you love and hold dear will stay with you
Even if you wanted to
You know that you could never do
It doesn't matter what you say
You're never gonna get away
Even if you wanted to
You know that you could never do
It doesn't matter what you say
You're never gonna get away
Even if you wanted to
You know that you could never do
It doesn't matter what you say
You're never gonna get away
Even if you wanted to
You know that you could never do
It doesn't matter what you say
You're never gonna get away
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2. |
Who Am I Fooling
03:30
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Product of a misspent youth
Shooting pool and sniffing glue
On council run estates
Wasting countless sunny days
The fruit machine took all my change
In all the cheap cafes
And now in backrooms of bars
I earn money playing cards
Those sunny days long gone
Oh when I was back in school
Fresh of face, all studied cool
The future seemed easy
Who am I fooling it's only
Myself again
Who am I fooling, nobody
But yours truly
If you think it's ever easy
Then think again
Chasing girls at swimming pools
Led to girl's names on tattoos
And fumbled sex in cars
Then came the one who broke my heart
It never healed and left a scar
I still hope she'll come back
Unlike the tattoos I regret
There are some things you never get
especially if you don't try
But when I was back at school
My teacher said don't be a fool
Those words ring in my ears
Who am I fooling, it's only
Myself again
Who am I fooling, nobody
But yours truly
Who am I fooling
If you think it's ever easy
Then thing again
If you think it's ever easy
Again
If you think it's ever easy
Again
if you think it's ever easy
Again
If you think it's ever easy
Then think again
Who am I fooling, it's only
Myself again
Who am I fooling, nobody
But yours truly
Who am I fooling, it's only
Myself again
Who am I fooling, nobody
But yours truly
Who am I fooling
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3. |
When This Time is Over
03:14
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It's Friday night and I'm out with the old crowd
We're drinking, singing, hanging out
Trying to look cool, hard and immortal
We hope we'll stay this way forever
When this time is over
We will know what it's like
To love and be loved
Fight and be fought
To be alive
I see my beautiful reflection
I see the cut of my new cloth
And in that single, shining moment
It's then I know that I'm alive
When this time is over
We will know what it's like
To love and be loved
To fight and be fought
To be alive
I feel the closeness of the others
The feeling runs right through the pack
Together no one can stop us
But will the ties that bind us last
No, no
When this time is over
It's over
We will know what it's like
When this time is over
It's over
We will know what it's like
When this time is over
It's over
We will know what it's like
When this time is over
It's over
We will know what it's like
When this time
When this time
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4. |
Billy the Kid
05:45
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Up on the top deck of a bus, and the door of my car
Some hooligan or other has scratched a calling card
As I, I must confess, have left my own similar mark
On table tops and fronts of shops etcetera
On Saturday nights in car parks I broke my heart and face
Fighting against anyone for reasons unclear
And in every open space I'd gather with the crew
We swore one day to leave this God forsaken place
Billy the Kid and me
Fighting in the High St
We tried hard but we couldn't beat
Everyone who came along
Everyone who came along
These days in tree lined avenues I'm a restless native
I think I'm civilised but it's a thin veneer
Billy the Kid still waits for me to get him out of jail
And Jack the Lad is Jack the Man with wife and child
Now all my open spaces are buried under pavement
What would the neighbours say if I ripped the concrete up
Me 'n' the Kid won't ride again, most nights we can't make it
And brand new shops stand where our last chance saloon stood
Billy the Kid and me
Fighting in the High St
We tried hard but we couldn't beat
Everyone who came along
Everyone who came along
Billy the Kid and me
Fighting in the High St
We tried hard but we couldn't beat
Everyone who came along
Everyone who came along
Everyone who came along
Oh I never get what I want
So I'll take whatever you've got
Come on then I'll take you all on
Come on I'll kill ya, who wants some
Oh I never get what I want
So' I'll take whatever you got
Come on then I'll take you all on
Chew you up, spit you out, kick ya when your down
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5. |
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You're so cool, or so I thought, back then
But you looked stupid in
Those glossy posters of you on so many bedroom walls
But all the things you said and wrote
Were meant only for me
All the details of my life were wrapped up in your lines
I hoped you would always stay that way
I knew you never would
I hoped one day you would know my name
I knew you never would
I knew you never would
Such love affairs don't stand. times' test
Everyone's star descends
The fleeting nature of them lends a beauty of its own
But the ghosts of posters on my old wall
A radio half heard
Brings to mind a special time and my love is not lost I find
I hoped you would always stay that way
I knew you never would
I hoped one day you would know my name
I knew you never would
I knew you never would
I hoped you would always stay that way
I knew you never would
I hoped one day you would know my name
I knew you never would
I hoped you would always stay that way
I knew you never would
I hoped one day you would know my name
I knew you never would
I knew you never would
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6. |
Let Me In
03:25
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Your silence is deafening
In your place there are just ordinary things
A tap drips, the kettle boils
The wind taps at my window
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
The clock ticks to remind me
That time makes wide the gap between us
And like a jilted lover
The wind taps at my window
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
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In nightclubs with mirrored walls
Trying and failing to score
With all of the sweet young things
Wearing shades and sun tanned skins
A second hand car I could just afford
Cruising the streets 'til I got bored
Cos there's nothing else to do on hot Sunday afternoons
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
Will things get any better than this
The best days of our lives?
On Monday I'll be back at work
A job I'll hate in 20 years
But I'm living for today
The weekend is just days away
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
Will things get any better than this
The best days of our lives?
Here comes another weekend
Let's get dressed up and go out
Are these the best days of our lives?
We'll all get drunk and fall down
Heads in gutters and hearts in clouds
Are these the best days of our lives?
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
This is the time of our lives
Is there a life in our times?
Will things get any better than this
The best days of our lives?
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8. |
One for Georgie
03:59
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Hey you with the famous face
I heard you had it all
That you plied your trade with style and grace
The best my father ever saw
And for a while you wooed the crowds
And your name played on their lips
But time moves on and then you found that you weren't sadly missed
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Kissed them all cos they loved you
When the world was at your feet
But when your greatness fades away
All the legends still remain
In the hearts of those who gasped at everything that you did
I heard you threw it all way
Did you drink it down the drain?
Was there no work, and too much play?
What did the papers say?
Well you don't need to pay no mind
My father recalls you
He reckons there are few can say their schoolyard dreams came true
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Kissed them all cos they loved you
When the world was at your feet
But when your greatness fades away
All the legends still remain
In the hearts of those who gasped at everything that you did
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Kissed them all cos they loved you
When the world was at your feet
But when your greatness fades away
Only legends still remain
In the hearts of those who gasped at everything that you did
Gasped at everything that you did
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Georgie, Georgie where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
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9. |
For The Money
04:45
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I'm young, I'm smart and I'm sexy
And I went to university
So, now that I have my degree
Why do I work in a factory
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
Which incidentally, isn't very good
Packing biscuits and crisps into
Cardboard boxes consumed by you
In high tech homes designed and built
By someone I went to school with
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
Which incidentally, isn't very good
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
Which incidentally, isn't very good
And I'd change it if I could
Stood at conveyor belts I'm bored
They have robots for this I'm sure
In my vision of the future
I wanted a space-age career
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
Which incidentally, isn't very good
I work in a factory
I work in a factory
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
I work in a factory
It doesn't mean that much
I work in a factory
I'd change it if I could
I work in a factory
I do it for the money
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10. |
For the Small Places
00:52
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Instrumental
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Giant Killers Brighton And Hove, UK
Giant Killers were signed to MCA records in the early 90s, and enjoyed an impressive live following - opening for Blur on their Country House tour and touring with Dr Robert (Blow Monkeys), and Nick Heyward on his solo tours post the Haircut 100 years. TV appearances included Channel 4's The Big Breakfast, Chartbites on Scottish TV and a live performance on the Patrick Kielty Show in Ireland. ... more
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