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Baby We're Saved
06:21
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Long time ago when we were young
And knew the universe was one
Beneath the moon and stars and sun
We always stuck together babe
Whatever kind of weather babe
We went on forever babe
And all the subways in your mind
Lead us to a certain space in time
And when we get there you will find
It's nothing like a thing you read
It ain't like the Bible said
The revolution's in your head
Baby you're saved
And everything we took as true
Was just another point of view
And life is round and earth is blue
Pleasure's pain and dark is light
Loss is gain and black is white
And everything's gonna be alright
But all you wanna do round here
Is stuff your face and spill your beer
Hit Grand Parade and score your gear
And pray you're dead within a year
Baby you're saved
Baby you're saved
Twisted and crazed
Spun out and dazed
Badly behaved
Vile and depraved
But no longer enslaved
To the things that you crave
Out your head in a cave
Or dead at a rave
Or riding the crest
Of your own little wave
With no need to shave
To wash or to bathe
Cause you call yourself Dave
And you live like a brave
With all the things we forget
And the things we forgave
And the trails that we blazed
On the way to the grave
Baby you're saved
Baby you're saved
Baby you're saved
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I knew a man called Bob bob bob
Who killed himself behind the walls
Of boarding houses cold and grey
In slums across the USA
I owed him four pound fifty
For a David Bowie LP
And I use to think that maybe
He was just a little crazier than me
They found him there behind the door
Where luck had run out long before
He curled up in the corner
With a photo of his family
A whiskey bottle empty
And some stuff that made his face go green
The broken leaves from all his books
He’d bundled up and wrapped in polythene
Come on children, gather round
Can’t you hear the famous sound
Of everybody crying in the night
Come on children, don’t be long
Come and sing your famous song
Ten thousand people dead
Because they don’t know how
To face the morning light
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3. |
New Pine Overcoat
04:53
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When we hit the road we’ll be on our way
We’ll be on our way
When the sun explodes and the love light grows
You know we’ll be ok
We wander through the city
Forever flying so high
It’s a celebration
Of my generation
And we feel like this and we feel like that
And we don’t know what we’re looking at
Baby understand that the promised land
Is just a mile away
There’ll be hills to climb, there’ll be strength to find
But it’s a new day
And there’s a life around the corner
Better than the one that you know
It feels like creation
And my generation
And we run around and we have our fun
And we make a mess of everyone
And if you don’t make it
Then I won’t too
Cause I just couldn’t take it
Without you
So if you kill yourself please send me a note
I’ll read it in my new pine overcoat
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4. |
Poor Old Jessie
03:56
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Poor old Jessie
Poor old Jessie
Sitting naked in the corner over there
Trying to find the real you
I’m the tax collector
Just give me my due
Yeah that’s me in the uniform
Looking like a swanky swank
Or one of the girls from Barclays bank
Poor old Jessie
You silly old Bessie
Poor old Jessie
This geezer stands and watches me
Muttering about I don’t know what
Like a leaping laughing lunatic
I’ll pay fare to somewhere
And you think I won’t get far
But at least I’ll get to Mexico
And land me a fight with a bull headed matador
And the night will flutter on
Poor old Jessie
Poor old Jessie
Poor old Jessie
They told you only children lie
And you believed them and so did I
Outside the war is nearly over
Everybody runs back in their houses
Better get the kids to school
And ready your jackboots babe
For a grind with man and beast
I saw you walking down the street one time
And I knew you were shopping for compliments
But you won’t get one from me
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5. |
Take It or Leave It
04:08
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We don’t need no violent revolution
So drop the gun – we gotta live as one
Won’t achieve a thing with persecution
Live as one – follow the sun
You know we’re all in this thing together
Like it or not – you better give it a shot – it’s now or never
It’s the game of life – interdependent so
You gotta roll with the punches gotta go with the flow
You gotta push your little psyche into another dimension
Cause divine intervention ain’t no human invention
The seeds you sow – better let them grow
If you seed the field then you’ll be the reaper
And it really doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor
Cause no class hate’s a-gonna win your war
See it’s not about money it’s not about drugs
It’s not about envy it’s all about love
Love is the teacher – love is the key
Love is within you love is without you
Take it or leave it the choice is yours
Believe it the bodies are falling about you
So let me be your brother
Let me be your friend
Let me fight beside you
Till the very end
I tell you genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
After all you’re still quite small – you dunno where you’ve been
You was only swearing yesterday – now you wanna win the world away
But you haven’t got anything left to say
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