I stumble, awake from slumber I grab my little soft wool Fred Perry number Dressed in my Sunday best, head to toe I got glow in my cheeks but my spirit is low 'Cause I'm bogged by the pirates, vexed with the climate My journey varies so you couldn't even time it I want to preach more but I couldn't even rhyme it Measured plans to steal a piece of the limelight Time's just right for a stab at the extreme I plot my wet dream with surrealist esteem And cover up the cracks with some Nivea cream To go it all alone with my one-man team I step back in disgrace as I join the rat race Knew it was the last time I'd sleep at her place Never touch a cheek that belonged to her face Never feel the warm smooth flesh on her waist I pack my suitcase, with food and toothpaste Head out into the streets and put on my screwface To find a new place where I can boogie down Where people smile back and their faces don't frown Where man about town don't drink and then ruck Chuck stones and then duck when the blue lights flash And to you that's brash, but enough hearts are cold I scale landscapes and the truth unfolds
Big city, you want me to play You're making me feel low You get shitty when the crowds don't pity you Where are we going to go to? Big city, you want me to stay You're making me feel weak No longer in line for a choice in life We're thinking on our feet
Hit the first stage of the hibernation This perfect darkness is a weird sensation Escape from a nation of twisted creatures Where their features are lost in accrued stagnation Like a treasure chest I rest in a cave I have to be brave, there's too much to crave 'Cause it hurts me dearly to leave the scheme Will I see more clearly when I lose the team? Aggravated by hate, I'm a moody bastard Fidgeting, just two days I lasted Remove my cocoon to the tune of silence I head for the light, crazed loom for violence The sunlight blinds me, I'm back to basics The field that once stood has received a facelift I make moves to revisit emotion My mind tries not to envisage commotion Bricks and mortar replaces water Blood relations bring their sons and daughters I'm caught in a practice with no supporter We pack them in tight like lambs for the slaughter Damn, it's like we crave torture See it every day on a people transporter Can't breathe, choc-a-bloc, going berserk Misery, and that's just my journey to work
Big city, you want me to play You're making me feel low You get shitty when the crowds don't pity you Where are we going to go to? Big city, you want me to stay You're making me feel weak No longer in line for a choice in life We're thinking on our feet
I pen words for the plebby 'uns Sipping on their Evian Try to stay heavy on the gold for the tourists Purists hate piracy The sword that cut me belonged to jealousy And I'll never see sense in this urban jungle Your dreams come true, quite soon they mug you And friends might tell you they love you But make a mint for yourself and they'll shove you.
Big city, you want me to play You're making me feel low You get shitty when the crowds don't pity you Where are we going to go to? Big city, you want me to stay You're making me feel weak No longer in line for a choice in life We're thinking on our feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
