| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Streets like a jungle, so call the police | |
| You don't have to have the solution, you've got to invest in the problem | |
| So what's it all about, do you really want to know? | |
| Don't be afraid of your freedom! | |
| Another sunny afternoon, walking to the sound of my favourite tune | |
| The pack on my back is aching, the straps they cut me like a knife | |
| Oh, drag acts, drug acts, suicide | |
| It's got nothing to do with your vorsprung durch technik you know | |
| I sing myself to sleep, a song from the darkest hour | |
| You're twisting my melon man | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
|---|
| There's a funeral in the town, some guy from the top estate, seems they found him under a train | |
| He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink | |
| Everyone has been burnt before, everybody knows the pain | |
| There's always two sides, you don't have to suffer, if this is heaven then send me to hell | |
| Remember boy that your forefathers died, lost in millions for a country's pride | |
| Where were you while we were getting high? | |
| You're a slave to money then you die | |
| She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge | |
| Lost in the milky way, smile at the empty sky and wait for the moment a million chances may all collide | |
| Sips another rum and coke, told a dirty joke | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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