C'mon Kids

I remember at school there was always some fool
Teaching us about the past
Pictures of kids, starving, eating out of bins
Man we all had to laugh
It's hard to believe we were told with relief
It couldn't happen now of course
It's easy to expound with your head in the ground
I've since learnt that and more

What is there to do i'm allright so are you
But outside there are tb streets
You can cry a lot say

Though you know you have to go
It's much too hard to do
Pack all your things
Though you only have a few
We have got no business here
There's nothing left for us
Get on the bus...

Streets stretch out miles ahead
Half blind wishing i'd come to bed
Where's he? i told him there
On this day at this hour
I don't wanna make a scene or cause a fuss
Here it is right on time, it really is a must
Get on the bus

Streets stretch out miles away
As we have this curse place on time
Where next i've no idea
Ask the driver if you care
I don't wanna make a scene or cause a fuss
Here it is right on time, it really is a must
Get on the bus

So we proved we're alive
Showed that we can beat time
Another one joins the line of those who've died
But i still see
Yes i still hear
And oh! what a time we had
Oh! what a time we had...

Leaves everywhere outside your house
Running after you

Words don't mean a thing they tend to be just what is said to get by,
Without a sign, of what is in your head, words alone cannot condone or
Condemn anyone, ease your pain or rearrange something that's been done,
But what's to say anyway

One last time and then, i couldn't manage
Anymore, i know i should think more about it
I know i should try for one last hurrah

And you know you shouldn't have another cigarette but
Nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense
And you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never
Felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one
Has dragged you home and sworn that you're the only
One you dream they'll play a special part you'll write their
Name across your heart but then it's back inside your
Head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting
Glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost
Its voice you're on your own again spend your time on
Endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you'll
Hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you
Recognise the truth that all is sad and you're the proof you
Might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say
All is school and work no more break your back it's not
Your war disengage the only way to win opened up my
Paintbox it had all turned to blue i worked in birkenhead
For you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me
Break my will you almost won i hate you still the hated
Suffer not what's worse the hater carries round the curse it
Eats me up the cancer that is you don't paint blue all the
Time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie
You don't have to die

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What am i trying to say
You were just on my mind
Do you remember me?

This life is not easy
But one thing that can please me
The memory of me and my friends
Kickin' round your shores

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It's nineteen eighty three
For ever on the place
Where the baths used to be

And time has passed quickly
The years have been kind to me
The memories go but my friends
Will always be around

You still exist inside my head, there's no
Such thing as being dead
When somebody keeps your ghost inside
And if you looked inside my head you wouldn't not
Find a mind instead
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