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You have not seen nothing yet
Oh guess who dropped the ball
Who dropped the ball?
When there’s a scandal and you’re handling it,
Let the intern take the fall
When will we know once and for all
Who dropped the ball?
When are you gonna drop dead?
When are you gonna drop dead?
How do you sleep at night?
Well you know what’s worst of all
What’s off the wall
Who had the gaul
Who made the call
Who dropped the ball?
And we are all in need of rescue
‘Cause it’s you who burnt the bridge,
Who burnt the bridge
There’s no denying it now
The collective thinking is
Yes the ship is sinking
Now the water’s at our hips
It’s just a case of how not if
You sank the ship
When are you gonna drop dead?
When are you gonna drop dead?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you justify it?
Why is it you must deny it?
When will you make it make sense?
When will you make it make sense?
How do you sleep at night?
Shoulda never made the trip
Your fingertips
Have lost their grip
You made the slip
You sank the ship
Let’s get today out the way
And in the rearview mirror
Let’s get today out the way
And in the rearview mirror
Let’s get this bleak fucking week
In the rearview mirror
Let’s get this bleak fucking week
In the rearview mirror
Let’s get this year
Outta here in our rearview mirror
Let’s get this year
Outta here in our rearview mirror
Let’s get this year
Outta here and in our rearview mirror
Let’s get this year
Outta here and in our rearview mirror
When are you gonna drop dead?
When are you gonna drop dead?
When will you make it make sense?
When will you make it make sense?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you justify it?
Why is it you must deny it?
How do you sleep at night?
And why do we always fall for it?
You’re called to it
Maybe we’ve all just dropped the ball
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It was the same
Routine and
There was nothing unusual
Nothing untoward and you will laugh
At me when
I confess there’s a mess
That I struggle to suppress
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
In this burning room
Oh yes I’m on fire but
I think it will go out soon
Well there were points
And panic
There was mumbling rumbling
All around the water cooler
I’d have had it
In control without all
Of them fixing up a fuss
And now my ears are burning
Just like the desk is burning
No doubt the smoke’s alarming
Who’s it harming?
Try to keep cool
Cause it’s all by the by
I’m on fire
I’m on fire
In this burning room
Take what action you require but
I think you should know I’m on fire
I’m on fire
In this burning room
It appears that I’m on fire but
I think it will go out
Soon
It’s just a minor affliction,
I wouldn’t pay it any mind if I were you
Despite the general depiction
It’s just a small room
As it burns
Don’t affirm the crime
It’s benign
I’m unharmed
It’s just a small room you can silence the alarm
But I’m on fire
I’m on fire
In this burning room
Just a body upon a pyre but
I think you should know I’m on fire
I’m on fire
In this burning room
I’ll admit that I’m on fire but
I hope it will go out soon
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(Oh well it’s easy living)
That’s why they call me the best of the best
Architects in the urbanised West
(Oh well it’s easy living)
It’s easy living for me
An architecture degree
Can get you where you really need to be
Lesson one
This is not a park bench
For some folks around this in an apartment
But once they’ve slept, they’ll object to be being charged rent
What am I to do?
Here comes lesson two
Well can we lean it up?
Can we tilt it down?
It’s ill-advised to try lying in it you’ll fall out
Let’s put a little
Armrest in the middle
So that we can limit all the types of people sitting in it
You know you’d better think twice
Before you come into my town
You know it isn’t very nice
To outstay your welcome in my town
(Oh well it’s easy living)
You want to live in the best of the best of the best
Yes? Well I guess
(Oh well it’s easy living)
You’re better sticking with me
My architecture degree
Can get you where you really need to be
Lesson three
Believe me, it’s not a bus stop
Can’t you see it’s a free room and it must stop
Let’s make the benches slimmer
So they won’t be hanging around come winter
Everyone’s a winner
Everyone’s a winner
You know you’d better think twice
Before you come into my town
You know it isn’t very nice
To outstay your welcome in my
Let there be light, let there be land
Let there be spikes under our bridges
Let there be water and food to eat
Let there be concrete
Let there be light, let there be land
Let there be spikes under our bridges
Let there be water and food to eat
Let there be concrete
Let there be light, let there be land
Let there be spikes under our bridges
Let there be water and food to eat
Let there be concrete
You know you’d better think twice
Before you come into my town
You know it isn’t very nice
To outstay your welcome in my town
Ooh you know you’d better think twice
Before you break into my town
Well if you’re looking for advice
You’ll never make it in my town
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Free Parking
03:16
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These plastic people, plastic people, plastic people are quick
They’re driving in their plastic cars, they need plastic permits
If it is cheap all of these people want a decent bargain
Where will we park these plastic people?
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
Four miles (four miles)
Five miles (five miles)
For free parking
Six miles (six miles)
Seven miles (seven miles)
For free parking
We go on (we go on)
We go on (we go on)
We go on
We go on
We go on
We go on, we go on, we go
These plastic people’s plastic permits only work in the week
How can they meet their plastic pals if they can’t park on the cheap?
This isn’t feasible or reasonable these people agree,
Oh what a
Oh what a pickle for these people
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Around here
Four miles (four miles)
Five miles (five miles)
For free parking
Six miles (six miles)
Seven miles (seven miles)
For free parking
You’re gonna drive me wild
Shoulda got the underground again
Can you get me out of town?
We’ll split the petrol money
Are you happy?
Well are you happy with this?
You’re gonna drive me wild
Shoulda got the underground again
Can you get me out of town?
I gotta ask you
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you paid for?
We go on (we go on)
We go on (we go on)
We go on
We go on
We go on
We go on, we go on, we go
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Five miles, six miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Six miles, seven miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Five miles, six miles
There’s nothing like it around here
There’s nothing like it
There’s nothing like it
Six miles, seven miles
There’s nothing like it around here
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Won't Stop the Wheel
03:21
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You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the gears from churning
You can read the terms of service
And read them again
You can write a book you can go to church
All you mathematicians, statisticians
Signing your petitions, listen
This is how it works
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the gears from churning
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the fire from burning
Someone’s cut the breaks on this contraption
We’re quickly gaining traction
There is no turning back so
So sit back relax
Make a silly face as a distraction
To those too dumb to grasp that
Impact is at the end of the tracks for
This thing called
Life, it’s just a hill
Life it’s just a hill.
Life it’s just a hill
And we are all
Just rolling down
Life, it’s just a hill
Life it’s just a hill.
Life it’s just a hill
And we are all
Just rolling down
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the gears from churning
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the fire from burning
Can’t stop propellers from twirling
Round and round
Can’t stop the engines from whirring
Won’t stop the money from flowing
In and out
Can’t stop the weeds from growing
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the gears from churning
You won’t stop the wheels from turning
Round and round
You can’t stop the fire from burning
We are just rolling
We are just, we are just
We are just rolling
We are just, we are just
We are just rolling
We are just, we are just
We are just rolling
We are just, we are just
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Youth Sector Brighton, UK
Brighton-based Youth Sector’s music is a coiled spring of urgency and unpredictable energy; while lyrically offering a sense of catharsis for the confusion of modern adult life.
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