Geffery Morgan... Loves White Girls

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If it happens again i`m leaving
I`ll pack my things and go
If it happens again
There`ll be no looking back
I won`t say i told you som


You did what you were told
And you took the strain
Been left out in the cold
Got yourself to blame
But believe me,
If it happens again i`m leaving
If it stays the same i`m gone
When you`re stabbed in the back
And there`s salt in the wound
The it`s time to move along


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If it happens .....


No more spanners in the works,
All the works been done
Had your face rubbed in the dirt
On show for every one
But believe me
If it happens again i`m leaving
If it stays the same i`m gone
When compromise is the song you sing
It`s been going on to long


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If it happens .....

Like the seasons you change your mind
It seems like loving you is a crime.

I remember those days
Oh, so long ago
Like the first time i took you
To a picture show
Or the first time i kissed you
Beneath the moonlit sky
I put my hand on my heart
I thought i`d die
Like the seasons, etc ...


Yes, you were for me
It was plain to see
I knew in my heart


You were the one for me
Though people used to try
To get us down
As time goes on
We`re still around
Like the seasons, etc...


We had our share
Of ups and downs
We had our share
Of nights on the town
The days were short
But the nights were long
My love for you
It grew so strong
Like the seasons, etc ...


But as we grew old
Your love turned cold
Gone are the days
Of glitter and gold
I work so hard
To keep you mine
Now all i have is
Nothing but time


Like the seasons, etc ...

(chorus)
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who built the machine that washed your brain?
Like parents did before them
Your parents did the same
They said do your best, you must pass the test
You must learn to play the game
They scrimped and saved and suffered
To send you off to school
But if they'd had the cash they could've bought the class
And a different set of rules

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who built the machine that washed your brain?

They taught a simple system
Why they had and you had not
They said know your place, you can't win the race
Life's an auction you're the lot
If you'd ever thought to question
They would never answer why
When they buy your sweat, your are in their debt
And they own you till you die

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who built the machine that washed your brain?

You took hook line and sinker
Everything they fed
Worked day and night, for most your life
To earn their daily bread
Now you're old and weary,
And you lay you down to sleep
With body worn and spirit torn
What's left is yours to keep

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who owns the chians that bind your wrists?
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this,
Who built the machine that washed your brain?

A smile for every passing car
And when they stop with door ajar
She shrugs and whispers que sera
And turns her thoughts to the pillow
Her face is etched with memories
She finds now joy amid the sleaze
It`s hard when you`ve been paid to please
So she turns her thoughts to the pillow

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Daylight comes she rests her head
The beauty of an empty bed
She dreams of happy days instead
Of brooding on to-morrow


She swapped her dreams of shining knights
For pushers, bars and money fights
For nameless faces in red light
So she turns her head to the pillow
Those black eyes don`t hurt any more
She`s heard the jokes and jibes before
She`s felt the long arm of the law
So she turns her head to the pillow


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Daylight comes .....


Takeing drugs was not for fun
It made her feel like going on
But now she hurts when its all gone
And she turns her head to the pillow
She take a blade and breaks her skin
Sweet life force flows from within
The white clouds in her head grow dim
And she turns her head to the pillow


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Sunlight creeps across her head
Pale beauty in a crimson bed
No dreams of happy days ahead
She`ll have no more tomorrows

We`ll raise the price of parking fines
A boost for the economy
If that don`t work we close the mines
And starve the poor of industry

We proved again we rule the waves
A blow for white democracy
That britains never shall be slaves
So long as they agree with me


We`ll close the roads, divide the land
Put out the rage that burns within
Break the link of dirty hands
At any cost we`ll always win


Keep them poor and wanting more
Deprive them of their basic rights
The hunger banging at their door
Will take away their will to fight


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As always you were wrong again
To us a little seems a lot
Don`t turn your back on desperate men
Cause we can see how much you`ve got