Search results for 'South Yorkshire Orienteers'

S.Y.M.M.

Manic Street Preachers

Tolerated

of this song
Well I could go on and on
But it's still unfashionable
To believe in principles

South South Yorkshire, mass murderer
How can you sleep

S.Y.M.M.

Manic Street Preachers

This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours

1998

of this song
Well I could go on and on
But it's still unfashionable
To believe in principles

South South Yorkshire, mass murderer
How can you sleep

This is the South Yorkshire Police

We've had complaints

Just grab your shit and leave

And no-one goes to gaol


But we are the West Yorkshire

Ego's A list
She won't be leaving in the same state she came in
She burning bridges
Just to cross over the same bridge
Shit gone south like Cambridge
Said

on the go, imagination
Backpack, shimmer shimmer, rest in peace

Listen up lady gents
This is what you tryna get
Yorkshire minister
This is what i said to her

South London's finest, I was Lambeth raised
Yorkshire born, see me out in St Tropez
All I'm seeing is Medusa heads and
Grams of yay moving like

Cartrouble

Chumbawamba

Shhhlap!

2003

any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of Yorkshire
Well

the North
Just south of the Yorkshire moors
A little town out by the coast
And when I'm feeling down I take a drive out to the east
Something picks me up when

A Stones Throw Away

The Style Council

Our Favourite Shop

1985

- in poland,
Johannesburg - south yorkshire,
A stones throw away: now we're there.

A Stone's Throw Away

The Style Council

Internationalists

1985

Johannesburg, South Yorkshire
A stone's throw away, now we're there

Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town
Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground
Has a football team, and a stand full

I was panning for gold
In the Yorkshire countryside
I found what I was looking for once or twice
But I lost what I left behind

She was nursing

fruitcake
Firewood touché
Do it to me baby 'til the bell break

And just like that, her wish was granted
The girl from South took Santa's North Pole

THE BcLLcD OF EMILY SWcNN 

Emily Swann was a wife, from South Yorkshire she came
When her husband turned up dead she took all the blame,

the middle man
Long time you've been a fan
Light up my sensu fly like a West yute
But I've got my bands up in
Lambeth and South West too
SW16, around

you splashed on camera I don't think rappers gangsters
Warming now, sold out shows always tore it down Touring round, made in london born in a yorkshire

Mum was born in Clapham
When I changed school I still
Had a Yorkshire accent
Two hundred mile drive down to Lambeth bro
Grew up in Nana's house off