the place i love is a million miles away,
it´s too far for the eye to see,
still it´s me at least, and you can´t come there
no one is allowed at all,
only animals that love, will always only, ever could be
and it´s always at the back of my mind.
the place i love is overgrown now,
with beautiful moss and colourful flowers,
and goldfish that swim in a pool, there´s a small brick wall,
with neon lighting controlled by lightning,
i´m making a stand against the world
there´s those who would hurt us if they heard.
the place i love is no where near here,
not within a yard of those trendy do´s,
where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,
with cherished thoughts and bitterness.
i´m making a stand against the world,
there´s those who would hurt us if they heard
and that´s always in the back of my mind.
´a´ bomb in wardour street (weller)
where the streets are paved with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones,
fear and hate linger in the air,
a strictly no-go deadly zone.
i don´t know what i´m doing here
´cause it´s not my scene at all
there´s an ´a´ bomb in wardour street
they´ve called in the army, they´ve called in the police.
i´m stranded on the vortex floor,
my head´s been kicked in and blood´s started to pour
through the haze i can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
i try to reach her but fall back on the floor
there´s an ´a´ bomb in wardour street
it´s blown up the west end, now it´s spreading
throughout the city,
´a´ bomb in wardour street, it´s blown up the city
now it´s spreading through the country.
law and order take a turn for the worst,
in the shape of a size 10 boot.
rape and murder throughout the land,
and they tell you that you´re still a free man.
well if this is freedom i don´t understand
´cause it seems like madness to me.
´a´ bomb in wardour street, hate bomb,
hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb.
a phillistine nation, of degredation,
and hate and war. there must be more
it´s doctor martin´s a,p,o,c,a,l,y,p,s,e,
apocalypse!
all mod cons (weller)
seen you before, i know your sort,
you think the world awaits your every breath
you´ll be my friend, or so you say
you´ll help me out when the time comes
and all the time we´re getting rich,
you hang around to help me out
but when we´re skint, oh god forbid!
you drop us like hot bricks.
artistic freedom. do what you want,
but just make sure that the money ain´t gone.
i´ll tell you what, i got you sussed,
you´ll waste my time, when the time comes.
to be someone (didn´t we have a nice time) (weller)
to be someone must be a wonderful thing,
a famous footballer a rock singer,
or a big film star, yes i think i would like that.
to be rich and have lots of fans
have lots of girls to proove that i´m a man
and be no. 1 - and liked by everyone.
getting drugged up with my trendy friends
they really dig me and i dig them
and the bread i spend - is like my fame - it´s quickly diminished
and there´s no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine, now it´s only ground chalk
no more taxis now we´ll have to walk
but didn´t we have a nice time -
didn´t we have a nice time
oh wasn´t it such a fine time
i realize i should have stuck to my guns
instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - i know it was wrong - but it´s cost me a lot
and there´s no more drinking when the club shuts down,
i´m out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
it´s really frightening without a bodyguard
so i stay confined to my lonely room