Who Needs Sunshine?
(专辑: What We Almost Made - 2008)
Who needs sunshine? Things are fine Strangers smiling, train's on time Who needs sunshine? All the
time Smoking's banned, no more crime Who needs sunshine? Things are fine Strangers smiling, train's on time Who needs sunshine? All the
time (Everybody clap and sing and do a
happy dance) Ahh, morning glory, so what's the
story? It's pissin down again but that's hunky dory Though it's stormy the
time has arrived for a 9
to the 5
That'll bore me, as much as the
dude who pursued it Before me gave it his heart Literally he got knifed in the
car park Now he'll live forever as a
figure on a
bar chart But that's life so enough about him Same old shite with the
tubes on a
strike, And I
can't pedal in cause they teefed my bike Again, suppose I
got myself to blame See it never woulda happened if I'd used two chains Looks of disgust on the
bus from commuters, Like I'm a
mutant carrying a
shooter Move to the
front then it smacks-that I'm wearing A
back-pack plus I
ain't shaved for a
month If you're bored of London then you're bored of life Look, why the
fuck you think people carry a
knife? See they gotta stay sharp when the
humour flows As I
answer a
phonecall a
tumour grows Words are exchanged, now my plans have changed My boy's been detained cause he caught a
train Coulda shown more resilience, yes he's a
silly-one Shoulda known better being dark and Brazilian Hear it everyday and the
shit folks say UK's in decay, that it's hit rock bottom If it's all gone rotten get your arse to Spain And sit there and complain cause it ain't all bad: So the
healthcare's fucked and our schools are doomed But you shouldn't just assume that the
youths are thick Kids learn new tricks from their mobile phone But you moan cause they only make Kung Fu flicks Stop complaining Moaning moaning constant whine Just stop complaining Same old shit all the
time As I
look 'em in the
eyeball it's viable they absent Minded – everyone except for the
blind-kid Cause' he's the
only smiling the
others look unreceptive Defective and then I'm reminded That this is Londinium, home to a
million Things that a
brilliant and that's why it's silly That civility and happiness are kept to a
minimum Civilians are never satisfied Greedy little fucks with their eyes in the
classifieds Here's where the
matter-lies, that-aside from the
fact that No one is engulfed by the
war in the
gulf But everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-cries Pack-of-lies from the
guys at the
top who monopolise Don't seem to care when a
copper-dies We're more concerned with the
TV to see If our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-size