Correct Who Needs Sunshine? Lyrics
Correct Who Needs Sunshine?
Who needs sunshine? Things are fine Strangers smiling, train's on time Who needs sunshine? All the time Smoking's banned, no more crime Who needs sunshine? Things are fine Strangers smiling, train's on time Who needs sunshine? All the time (Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance) Ahh, morning glory, so what's the story? It's pissin down again but that's hunky dory Though it's stormy the time has arrived for a 9 to the 5 That'll bore me, as much as the dude who pursued it - Before me - gave it his heart Literally - he got knifed in the car park Now he'll live forever as a figure on a bar chart But that's life so enough about him Same old shite with the tubes on a strike, And I can't pedal in cos they teefed my bike Again, suppose I got myself to blame See it never woulda happened if I'd used two chains Looks of disgust on the bus from commuters, Like I'm a mutant carrying a shooter Move to the front then it smacks-that I'm wearing A back-pack plus I aint shaved for a month If you're bored of London then you're bored of life Look, why the fuck you think people carry a knife? See they gotta stay sharp when the humour flows As I answer a phonecall a tumour grows Words are exchanged, now my plans have changed My boy's been detained cos he caught a train - Coulda shown more resilience, yes he's a silly-one Shoulda known better bein' dark and Brazilian Hear it everyday and the shit folks say UK's in decay, that it's hit rock bottom If it's all gone rotten get your arse to Spain And sit there and complain cos it aint all bad: So the healthcare's fucked and our schools are doomed But you shouldn't just assume that the youths are thick Kids learn new tricks from their mobile phone But you moan cos they only make Kung Fu flicks Stop complaining Moaning moaning constant whine Just stop complaining Same old shit all the time As I look 'em in the eyeball it's viable they absent - Minded – everyone except for the blind-kid Cos' he's the only smiling the others look unreceptive Defective and then I'm reminded That this is Londinium, home to a million Things that a brilliant and that's why it's silly That civility and happiness are kept to a minimum Civilians are never satisfied Greedy little fucks with their eyes in the classifieds Here's where the matter-lies, that-aside from the fact that No one is engulfed by the war in the gulf But everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-cries Pack-of-lies from the guys at the top who monopolise Don't seem to care when a copper-dies We're more concerned with the TV to see If our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-size
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