The Jam Lyrics

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What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
What makes once young minds get in this state, is it age or just the social climate?
They never win, but that's not the point, is it?
Thought that I would forget you? Well heaven knows that's not my style
Nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
Going to play all the records in the hit parade
It was done beneath the flag of democracy
Think of Edward, still at college, you send him letters that he doesn't acknowldege
I will never be embarrassed about love again
Clark Kent's got nothing on me, I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong
I could go on for hours and i prob'ly will
A baby wailing a stray dog howling
I am the greed and fear, and every ounce of hate in you
No more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool
Your fashion sense, is second rate like your perfume
See me walking the streets, I'm on top of the world
Don't know don't care and I've got to go mate
Don't believe in everything you see or hear
I've heard they now have the right, to kill a man
I hate you, and your wife, and if I get the chance
No corporations for the new-age son
No bonds, will ever keep me from she
Can't dismiss what's gone before, but there's foundations for us to explore
I'm sick and tired of my little niche, gonna break away and find what life is
I know why I'm alive now, everything else is a lie now
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me, too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall
Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you?
Nothing came between us, or the world, no personal situations
The dignified don't even enter in the game
It's not important for you to know my name
Fear and hate linger in the air, a strictly no-go deadly zone
Prince Phillip tells us we've got to work harder
Please tell me if my philosophy's wrong, I've got to know the truth
They smelt of pubs, and wormwood scrubs, and too many right-wing meetings

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