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This is for the cold concreate sold by defeat
taxed by a man that im yet to meet
pay an army im hardly ready to speak
memorys start in 93
and roxy came round last week
and told me shes sick and tired of women
Im still travelling trains,
delayed in the rain on a monday morning
watched by survailance teams
business men live out their dreams
and sleep with secreteries
in stockrooms over photocopying machines
while were still riding,
trying to find a place where their not watching
called her up in the end
to apologise for being so drunk and stuborn.
The 501's a selfish son
traveled out the inner to the suburban
he's lurking,burning cigrettes on
a wall behind a bar that his lover works in,an illegal alien
jesse from the west said marry her quick
get her lost in the system
with a BCG and a finger print scan
while the boys from Old Poland
work their fingers to the bone for the minimum
man i was outisde calling a friend
trying to stake claim on the money i lent
while were still riding trying to find a place
where their not watching
called her up again identity cards and camera men.
He said suzie would you lose me in trouble
he said suzie lets move on the double
would we,please get him in trouble
he said could we,would we get him in trouble
so woulda should we better get him in trouble
3 weeks down and now youve burst youre....