| Lyrics | Song | Album/Year |
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| I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl... | |
| [Title- repeated] I woke up in a Soho doorway a police knew my name... | |
| Mama's got a [title] she wears on her chest, and when daddy comes home he never gets no rest... | |
| [Title x2] and freedom tastes of reality... | |
| Me and my brother were talking to each other 'bout what makes a man a man... | |
| [Title] wasn't old but he was a man. He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man... | |
| Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced that Sally couldn't go to the meeting... | |
| People try to put us d-down... | |
| Out here in the fields I fight for my meals... | |
| One little girl was Jean-Marie. Another little girl was called Felicity... | |
| I looked under chairs, I looked under tables. I tried to find the key to 50 million fables... | |
| My life's in jeopardy. Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be... | |
| Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball... | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Album/Year |
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| Her man's been gone for nearly a year. He was due home yesterday, but he ain't here... | |
| Well a young man ain't got nothing in the world these days... | |
| We'll be fighting in the streets with our children at our feet... | |
| I'd gladly lose me to find you, I'd gladly give up all I had... | |
| I can go anyway, way I choose. I can live anyhow, win or lose... | |
| [Title- repeated] I call you on the telephone, my voice too rough with cigarettes... | |
| Look, he's creeping up my wall. Black and hairy, very small... | |
| I know you've deceived me now here's a surprise... | |
| You think we look pretty good together. You think my shoes are made of leather... | |
| Only love can make it rain the way the beach is kissed by the sea... | |
| I got a feelin' inside [title], a certain kind... | |
| No one knows what it's like to be the bad man... | |
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