Lyrics:
the skateboard and the baseball cap
And the mother in west London with a three bedroom flat
I'm just a boy from Birmingham, another impostor
On a major label
old daddy, he worked in a factory
And he used to beat on me with his mind not his hands
And though for ten years he's laid in that grave in Birmingham
ends again
Hold tight sheff, leeds, manningham
Bristol Poole and Birmingham
Bass line crew get mad again
[Repeat: x4]
We get the Croud Hype
Wounded and weary, he camt riding through our camp,
He said, "this war's almost over boys, go on back to Birmingham",
But I still could hear
in prison for 10 years now, unjustly convicted of murder. He was attacked in a restaurant in Birmingham by six racists. Having been glassed in the face
remember?
I hope you do, I'm sure you do
Sitting on the gear, drinking from a can
That we stole from a gig in Birmingham
Motorway food, whiteline blues
the night in Birmingham
At your brother's house on the way down
Then we'll find us a motel room with and ocean view
Boy, take my hand
Let's get wild
of the dead in Vietnam
Think of the dead in Birmingham
Think of the freedom we don't understand
Asleep in bed in a stolen land
Responsibility
side of the tracks
The facts are tricky to explain
Cold front bearing down
Blowing in from Birmingham
By dawn the window's wet with icy rain
your brothers in Africa
Dying, starving
All of the time?
Well you can bite the hand
I look around and all I see is
White trash in Birmingham
I got drafted at 19
Me and a bunch of boys from home
January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of Birmingham
Put me
South down to Mexico
The pain's still alive without parole
Well, I got caught down in Birmingham
They put the chains on a jealous man
The Judge said son,
night in Birmingham after the band had played we piled into that filthy van and got out of that place by half a mile or half a minute I was a sunken,
any how
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor
Now
The birmingham sun it burned me through I thought of you and with every step I've made mistakes you've seen me though you've seen me true all these
because you're the biggest fakers
Come in the place better know who you are
Free Satpal Ram
Another innocent man
Birmingham six
Bridgewater four
bound for Birmingham.
Thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messed-up as I am.
The smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart.
Like
is Birmingham burning
This is the modern Rome burning
Let it burn
Let it burn
(Burn, burn, burn)
need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the sky's also blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love
du drame,
A Macao, à Birmingham
Dans un bistrot ou sous un tram,
On est là où l'on peut,
Mais moi je ne suis pas là,
Non, non, non, non,
Je
stare each other out in the sanctuary on saturdays
Mutton dressed as lamb, a wasted call from birmingham
Brittany says "I dont drink but if I did
She was a girl from birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was a case of insanity
Her name was pauline she lived in a tree
She was a no one who
ever get out of this place, get out of this jam.
Go home and die on the sanctuary of Birmingham.
This crazy with a baseball cap,
Has been working in
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that
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