Lyrics:
Mmm Tears from your baby sister Cryin' 'cause she doesn't have a dress Without a patch for the party to go Ah but you know she'll get by Because she's living in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mummy's gonna love you just as much as she can And she can It's a good thing you don't have busfare it would fall through the hole in your pocket And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground Walking to the town to find a job Trying to keep your hands warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And it chills to the bone Boy you better go home where it's warm And you can live in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mummy's gonna love you just as much as she can And she can Living on dreams ain't easy but the closer the knit the tighter the fit And the chills stay away You take them in stride, family pride You know, faith is your foundation With a whole lot of love And a warm conversation and many a prayer making you strong where you belong Living in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mummy's gonna love you just as much as she can Yeah Living in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mummy's gonna love you just as much as she can Yeah ...
Livin' on free food tickets water in the milk from the hole in the roof Where the rain came through what can you do Tears from little sister cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch For the party to go oh but she knows she'll get by Cause she is livin' in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of the family man Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Mama's gonna love her just as much as she can and she can It's a good thing you don't have a busfare It would fall through the hole in your pocket And you'd lose it on the snow on the ground a walking to town to find a job Tryin' to keep your hands warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And it chills to the bone boy you'd better go home where it's warm And you can live in the love Livin' on dreams ain't easy But the closer the knit the tighter the fit and the chills stay away You take 'em in stride family pride you know that faith is your foundation And a whole lot of love and a warm conversation and plenty of prayer Making you strong where you belong And you can live in the love, Oh yes we live in the love
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife It ain't much but its all you've got to eat You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low Just call I'll send your busfare to come home But you're just to proud to take it and home won't be the same Now you've had a taste of rodeo You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams To satisfy the hunger in your soul You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill But that's your fees to enter old Cheyenne And all that's in your favor is you and your try And a deep knawing desperately to win Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air In your mind a promise has been made If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death You swear you'll be the champion someday You set out on the road...
Outside the market He fills them in the evening Sitting in the kitchen Your mother does her best But everything tastes of petrol Maybe that's why you Fancy the boy who Gives you free ciggies At the all-night garage Your uncle Davy Asks strangers for money He says he's lost his busfare But his pockets are jingling He smells of sandwich shops And bus-station toilets Maybe that's why you Don't like the bloke who Drives the mini-bus to The 6th form college you go to Your dodgy half-brother Says work is for wankers But he goes out in a ski-mask At half past two in the morning Now every room in the house Is full of DVD players Maybe that's why you Want to be a travel rep And spend the rest of your life as far Away from them as possible
Livin' on free food tickets water in the milk from the hole in the roof Where the rain comes through what can you do uh Tears from little sister cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch For the party to go oh but you know she'll get by Because she is livin' in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of the family man Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can and she can It's a good thing you don't have a busfare It would fall through the hole in your pocket And you'd lose it on the snow on the ground a walking to town to find a job Trying to keep your hands warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And it chills you to the bone boy you'd better go home where it's warm Well you're livin' in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of the family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can and she can Livin' on dreams ain't easy But the closer the knit the tighter the fit and the chills stay away You take 'em in stride family pride You know that faith is your foundation And with a whole lotta love and a warm conversation of course there's prayer Makin' you strong where you belong Well you can live in the love of the common people...
Sharing a green goblin, mobbing to the show We have enough for busfare and a little blow The show is finally over my beer is getting empty My eyesights getting blurry but my MDs 20/20 Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinkin Blame on the mickey's the cobras they're 150 Drink till we die is all that we were thinking Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinking Wake up in the morning feeling half dead Cant take away this pain or this pounding in my head The only cure I know is the one that thorogood said Want to keep this going take two forties to the head Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinkin Blame on the mickey's the cobras they're 150 Drink till we die is all that we were thinking Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinking Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinkin Blame on the mickey's the cobras they're 150 Drink till we die is all that we were thinking Blame it on the 211 that these kids are drinking Blame on the kids they blame it on the beer They blame it on the kids then they blame it on the beer Blame on the kids they blame it on the beer They blame it on the kids then they blame it on the beer Blame on the kids they blame it on the beer They blame it on the kids then they blame it on the beer
Her night shift is over, she's writing you a postcard to say that she's okay and it's raining there again. My fury's rising faster than bus-fares. Could someone clarify why there's no structured narrative? no neat story-line to explain? Wish on everything.
We don't beg for permission, do wuh we gaw do Nuff uh dem did neva dey in times we duh want food Dem only wann come round caw we duh mek moves Quick fast I would mek yuh girl, wet like cruise When she see de name brand, expensive shoes Gold chain pun muh neck to prove de links improved and muh Block hot when de goons get loose Somebody duh roast Breadfruit Had to up it like busfare Cause i survived the ruff years Did barefoot too long, dats why I buying nuff pairs I suffer and shed nuff tears Now I heading up there I does protect my Heart, I got too many cuts there Dem hating cause dem stuck there And we moving on To Gucci and Louis Vuitton Dem vex cause we pass dem like yuhs do batons But dat is de mood we on We don't beg for permission, do wuh we gaw do Nuff uh dem did neva dey in times we duh want food Dem only wann come round caw we duh mek moves Quick fast I would mek yuh girl, wet like cruise When she see de name brand, expensive shoes Gold chain pun muh neck to prove de links improved and muh Block hot when de goons get loose Somebody duh roast Breadfruit Man a G in de City Hustle everyday mek G's in de City De girls look good so i pleasing de kitty A man is keep it real sticky I'm a mortal, I leave it to God to show pity And right now de team moving on To Gucci and Louis Vuitton Dem vex cause we pass dem like yuhs do batons But dat is de mood we on We don't beg for permission, do wuh we gaw do Nuff uh dem did neva dey in times we duh want food Dem only wann come round caw we duh mek moves Quick fast I would mek yuh girl, wet like cruise When she see de name brand, expensive shoes Gold chain pun muh neck to prove de links improved and muh Block hot when de goons get loose Somebody duh roast Breadfruit
It's only 80 cents, Come on! Sorry, Joe. Joe Magarac can't afford the bus-fare, And the wind-chill is fourteen-below. He's got holes in the toes of his sneakers. And he can barely see through the snow.
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