1. |
No Apologies
04:01
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I'm an angry young man
And I make no apology
Angry young man
And I make no apology
Angry young man
And I make no apology
If you're angry like I am
then stand up and follow me
The world's in a mess
And resistance seems futile
But nothings gonna change
If we choose to docile
If we can't make it right
Through peaceful means
Well then let's sharpen our pitchforks
And take to the streets
We need a revolution
And we needed it yesterday
Can we claim to be happy
With the state that we're in today?
Bastards in power
And pigs reign supreme
Our own personal nightmare
A Tory's wet dream
We are the thorn in your side
The ones that you can't abide
We stand together, won't hide
We are the thorn in your side
We are the thorn in your side
The ones that you can't abide
We stand together, won't hide
We are the thorn
I'm an angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
If you're angry like I am
Then stand up and follow me
The media and politicians
In each other's pockets
Democracy and liberty
It's their mission to stop it
On the pretence of security
They strip away our rights
And Jesus Christ, God help you
If you weren't born white
Stop selling off the NHS
It's our proudest invention
And stop slaughtering civilians
In foreign interventions
Stop creating refugees
And then turning them away
Stop pandering to Murdoch
Don't believe a word he says
I'm an angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
If you're angry like I am
Then stand up and follow me
Society’s regressing
And we need to stop the rot
Racists, fascists, bigots, man
They should all be shot
The far right on the rise
They’re fucking scum, they’re fucking traitors
Stand up for solidarity
And love thy neighbour
I'm an angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
Angry young man
And I make no apologies
If you're as angry as I am
then stand up and follow me
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2. |
Questions
05:01
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One last time please take me home
Next day regret what we have done
I feel it deep inside my bones
I can't stay put I'm running on alone
And are these dark voices inside my head a path to freedom?
Or a path to death?
And am I blindsided?
Truth seems clear but I still deny you
I still deny you baby
And do you remember those days in bed?
Watching cartoons, getting high, playing dead
And do you remember that what we said?
Was this meant nothing
Was it all pretend?
Was it all pretend?
Was it all pretend now?
Is this the bitter end?
One last chance to be alone
I'm running down this road unknown
Will I reach home?
I'm feeling scared and I'm on my own
I can’t do this all alone
And are these hard choices mine alone?
I've give up guessing I'm feeling old
And are these cruel vices my only home?
They don't reject me, they always phone
And are they my true friends through thick and thin?
Mouth to mouth and skin to skin?
And did you ever even stop to think?
That these hard choices weren't ours to begin with
They weren’t ours to begin with
If I keep heading down this road
I'll never know, I'll never know
If I should or I should go
It’s like Joe’s question long ago
And if I stay will I remain?
Become a tyrant or a slave?
Running free running away
I guess that they are both the same
I guess they’re both the same
And if you never try to change your life it'll pass you by yeah
To try to change your life's a waste of time a waste of time yeah
And if you never try to change your life then you'll pass by me
And if you never try to change your life it'll pass you buy and you'll still die
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3. |
Slave to the Grind
02:47
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Working my fingers down to the bone
Counting down 'til its time for home
From when its Baltic to boiling sun
If there ain't no paycheck there ain't no fun
But making money for the man
Never was part of my plan
Slaving away to the grind
Such a waste, waste of time
We sell our lives
Won't get no favours
We sell our souls
To sell our labour
From Sixteen years old 'til you retire
You will bleed and you'll perspire
Asking permission to breathe and speak
Ten hours a day, five days a week
But making money for the man
Never was part of my plan
Slaving away to the grind
Such a waste, a waste of time
We sell our lives
Won't get no favours
We sell our souls
To sell our labour
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4. |
Drugs in the Sun
04:23
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Let's take drugs in the sun
Sleep around and have some fun
Leave your troubles far behind
Forget about the daily grind
Get drunk and fuck about
Party 'til the neighbours shout
And when the fuzz come knocking on
Lock the door and crack a cold one open
I can't justify this substance use or self abuse
I'm terrified to not have a good time
I'm throwing back the whisky and the lines
Intoxicate myself to sleep and never work towards my dreams
I may be skint as hell but having money doesn't suit....
These big nights and fist fights
We're rabbits in the headlights
Drink by drink and door to door
Fuck your liver fuck their laws
Let's take drugs in the sun
Sleep around and have some fun
Leave your troubles far behind
Forget about the daily grind
Get drunk and fuck about
Party 'til the neighbours shout
And when the fuzz come knocking on
Lock the door and crack a cold one open
And are the wasted youth, a tired cliche or celebrated truth?
Cos we've been wasted true, a bloody nose with jaws too loose
Or maybe clenched too tight, no injuries there's been no fight
A thousand eyes take flight each night and celebrate the drumbeats of these..
Long nights with eyes wide
Hammered under strobe lights
Get your gear through the front doors
Fuck the bouncers fuck 'em
Let's take drugs in the sun
Sleep around and have some fun
Leave your troubles far behind
Forget about the daily grind
Get drunk and fuck about
Party 'til the neighbours shout
And when the fuzz come knocking on
Lock the door and crack a cold one open
We're bruising and bragging and boozing and shagging, counting the days till we fall off the wagon
Remember December's a month long bender, regardless of gender we all wanna spend our
Time in the sun in the pub or the park, blazing the fire to ward off the dark
Blazing the herb and inhaling the smoke, waking the night and cracking the jokes
I've never been one to turn down a pint, sleeping all day and embracing the night, playing our tunes out of shitty old phones, fuck the police set as our ring tones
And I'll never forget all the nights on the lash, hoping forever that these nights last
I'm scared of the future in love with the past, so roll me a cone and it's puff puff pass
Let's take drugs in the sun
Shove a whizzbomb up your bum
It's worth the risk of going blind
To pour some Mandy in your eye
Smoke skunk and spice and crack
Never fear a heart attack
When the ambulance comes knocking on
Let them in and crack a cold one open
Let's take drugs in the sun
Sleep around and have some fun
Leave your troubles far behind
Forget about the daily grind
Get drunk and fuck about
Party 'til the neighbours shout
And when the fuzz come knocking on
Shout fuck off and crack a cold one open
Let's take drugs
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