1. |
Helicopter
03:12
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I've been going down to the middle of the town
Looking for a girl to find
Fag in her hand, she's making a stand
As she walks into my mind
She's only sixteen but she's already keen
To throw her life away
I compliment her tops but that's where it stops
And I think about her twice a day
I'm glad I caught ya
But now I've got ya
Don't let it stop ya
My Helicopter
Two years pass as she lays in the grass
Waiting for me to call
I want to pick up the phone but I leave her alone
'Cus I don't think she's ready at all
And when she turned eighteen she was like a machine
She slept with everyone around
I came inside and I filled her with pride
And it didn't cost me a pound
I'm glad I caught ya
But now I've got ya
Don't let it stop ya
My Helicopter
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2. |
The Towers
03:31
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Burn down the classes and scatter the ashes
On door steps of flats as they're tumbling down
Hey don't you know me? Have you something to show me?
You'll rebuild my home as I'm laid in the ground
Can you hear how it sounds?
Burn down the classes that sell short the masses
By upping their costs as they're lowering the pound
Say what you want, you ask me they're the cunts
That say one thing to us but the truth to themselves
Can you hear how it sounds?
It's burning me, burning me
I'll call you and tell you I love you
I'll call you and tell you I love you
Burn the high classes with stiffened mustaches
Bespectacled faces with permanent frowns
They kick up a fuss as they look down on us
While their egos and heads grow too big for their crowns
Rise up from your towns
They're burning me, burning me
I'll call you and tell you I love you
I'll call you and tell you I love you
Burn the high classes from solids to gasses
Set free their hot air and lay siege to their grounds
They tax all your time and make you tow the low
But they're leading you nowhere you'd like to be found
They're dragging you down
Burn down the classes from soles to eyelashes
Let's take down the borders and stare at the flowers
Their instincts are wrong and it shouldn't be long
'Til they're out of a job and this place can be ours
But we'll still have the towers
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