Hey joey, hey johnny And the brothers who came and go I was at adios amigos The final farewell show And i wouldn't of had it any other way Final respects
I want a war between the rich and the poor I want to fight and know what i'm fighting for In a class war, crass war, class war, crass war Class war,
It's saturday morning and the weekend is here Friday night was ok, i got full of beer I'm lying in bed reading the sun Got rid of a hangover, ready for
Wall is full,the strings are pulled Magic's in there The time has come, i'm real undone I wish i was there Hammer the phone, dial up your home But there
When i look around the world today My eyes are open wide Grief and sorrow, with no time to borrow Dreams are cast aside No place for reason in my heart
Shadow shadow shadow shadow shadow shadow shadow My heart's in the shadow His heart's in the shadow My heart's in the shadow His heart's in the shadow
Justice? There ain't no fucking justice! They're out of touch and incompetent And they don't know what the people want Voting on behalf of you and me
It's all hyped up and it's full of shit So who the hell is buying it Brit pop, power pop, call it what you will The whole concept is making me ill Who
A neat kind of song that sounds so pretty A million selling single, a nice little ditty A number one record, get it now They wan't you to buy it, anyhow
It was just another night in good old London Town She was not from the city but it never got her down Hate was not in her vocabulary But she became a
Johnny is a punk, he don't know what's right Johnny's going out on the town tonight Down his local for a couple of pints And then onto the marquee for
