Альбом The Enemy

Ever feel so small
Stood in a world that owes you nothing at all
Concrete up to the sky
And a million people living a lie (x2)
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie

So sing along
With the Elephant Song
So sing along
With the Elephant Song

Ever feel so small
Stood in a world that owes you nothing at all
Concrete up to the sky
And a million people living a lie
Ever feel so small
Stood in a world that owes you nothing at all
Concrete up to the sky
And a million people waiting to die
A million people living a lie
A million people waiting to die
A million people living a lie

So sing along
With the Elephant Song
So sing along
With the Elephant Song
So sing along
With the Elephant Song

The morning after, the revolution
P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution
Bruised ribs and a ripped up jacket
Money all in the road
Sat down with a big fat mac
Screaming 'what about my way home

We're gonna get out the city
We're gonna get out the way
We've got cash in the kitty
We're gonna get on a plane
Gotta get on
Gotta get on

There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world

Gettin' back to a empty flat
Hacked up and even more
Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner
Scattered all over the floor
This isn't glamorous
It's not rock and roll
This is England on a Saturday night
This is a nation's soul

We're gonna get out the city
We're gonna get out the way
We've got cash in the kitty
We're gonna get on a plane
Gotta get on
Gotta get on

There's no time for tears
When you live
In the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live
In the real world

There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world

There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world

This is the 51st state
Where democracy has failed
We’ve a war on our consciences and blood under our nails
Oil drums but we’re still paying at the pump
Oil drums it’s a mystery how we got so dumb
Oil drums gotta tell ‘em we don’t want they’re war
Oil drums and then the government will fall
This is the 51st state
where the people have no voice
we’ve been looking for a leader
but we never had a choice
Oil drums but we’re still paying at the pump
Oil drums it’s a mystery how we got so dumb
Oil drums gotta tell ‘em we don’t want they’re war
Oil drums and then the government will fall

On dance floors from London to Liverpool
in the dark of the night, when the air is cool
out in the street in the pouring rain
in a concrete jungle that echo's your name

In a hundred hotel rooms
where a few hundred sleep
in a thousand cheap boozes, where young lovers meet
in the million miles of traffic jams, we waste away time
in a single sad movement, when we say our goodbyes

Sing When You're In Love, Sing When You're out of love
Sing When You're In Love, Sing When You're out of love
Sing in your bedroom when you go home
through the broken door to your broken home
sing to the memory of a different past
Sing to yourself and a bottom of a glass
Sing when you're in Love, Sing When You're out of love
Sing when you're in Love, Sing When You're out of love
Sing When you're in Love, you're in love, you're in love, Sing When You're out of Love
Sing When you're in Love, you're in love, you're in love, sing when you're out of love
Now watch us fall apart, here we go,
now watch us fall apart here we go
Now watch us fall apart
Every tear in your eye,
every lump in your throat
every beat in your heart
that won't let you let go

Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
I know I’m going, everybody’s telling me that I’m wrong
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
I know it’s showing, the cracks are growing and its not long
well if you want me then come and get me
I’m leaving this world behind
if you hate me then try and take me
your words won’t even break my stride

as I wave my last goodbye
I won’t feel shame I won’t ask why
there’s no place to hold my pain
there’s no heaven for those who pray
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
I know I’m going, everybody’s telling me that I’m wrong
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
Ever feel so down you can’t go on?
I know it’s showing, the cracks are growing and it’s not long
well if you want me then come and get me
I’m leaving this world behind
if you hate me then try and take me
your words won’t even break my stride
As I wave my last good bye, I won’t feel shame and I won’t ask why
there’s no place to hold my pain
there’s no heaven for those who pray
as I leave this world behind
every women man and child
I won’t hear you call my name
I’m in place where souls can stay
if you want me then come and get me
I’m leaving this world behind
if you hate me then try and take me
your words won’t even break my stride

as I wave my last goodbye, I won’t feel shame and I won’t ask why
there’s no place to hold my pain, there’s no heaven for those who pray

A nation of the finest shopkeepers
Now a nation of cloudy eyed checkout girls
Career opportunities love
You can stack the shelves
Or if you're lucky you can work the tills
And all the lads are packed off fighting
Now that you'd know
Cos no one ever says a word
Blair's legacy a barrel of oil
Depression recession
It's a mess a bloody mess and that's all

Hello we're the generation
Who do what we're told
By the corporation hello
Hello we're the generation
Who do what we're told
By the corporations hello

A nation of the finest shopkeepers
Now a nation that's quietly answering calls
Career opportunities love
You can man the phones
If you're lucky you'll scrub the floors
And all the lads are packed off fighting
They never knew
Thought that they might see the world
Shellshocked in a dusty old hell hole
Wishing for the kisses
Of a cloudy eyed checkout girl
Yeah that's all

Hello we're the generation
Who do what we're told
By the corporation hello
Hello we're the generation
Who do what we're told
By the corporations hello
Oh hello
Hello Hello Hello
Generation corporation hello
Hello we're the generation
Who do what we're told
By the corporation hello

You know there’s no such thing a free meal, and they’re ent no future in British steel
know the only thing which really makes us smile is a joke and a laugh and a night on the tiles
no one ever gives you anything for free, unless you start sleeping with the bbc
Nigel got a job in the city, works in the department store
slogging his guts out, all through the week
looking forward to the weekend score
but tonight he’s gunna be somebody, dancing his heart out with a local girl
she doesn’t care whether he’s got no money
there’s more to life then they teach you at school
and tonight’s he’s gunna reach somebody, falling in love with a local girl
she’s doesn’t care whether he’s got no money
she know he’s got a heart of solid gold
solid gold, solid gold

you know there’s no such thing as a ticket to ride or satisfaction without a sacrifice
the only thing which is only true about life, is that the older you get the more you compromise
no ones gunna hand it to you on a plate, you gotta give give give before you take take take

Nigel got a job in the city, works in the department store
thought his future was as good as sorted but he’s happy in his little world
but tonight he’s gunna be somebody
dancing his heart out with a local girl, she doesn’t care whether he’s got no money
there’s more to life then they teach you at school
and tonight’s he’s gunna reach somebody, falling in love with a local girl
she’s doesn’t care whether he’s got no money
she know he’s got a heart of solid gold
solid gold, solid gold
Be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, be somebody
be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, be somebody

Solid gold, solid gold, solid gold

Welcome to England, there is no fun, where there is no choice for any of us
where there is no left there is no right
new labours a joke just another thatcherite
Don’t break the red tape, don’t break the red tape
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us!
Welcome to England where there is no love, where the dreams of children vanish in the dust
where the young and old die living in their sleep, and the only excitements supermarket sweep
Don’t break the red tape, don’t break the red tape
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us!
Don’t break the red tape, don’t break the red tape
Don’t break the red tape, don’t break the red tape
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us try and stop us try and stop us don’t
try and stop us!
Shut up, sit down and listen
Shut up, sit down and listen
Shut up, sit down and listen
Shut up, sit down and listen
SHUT UP

Tired of the same old places
Cold conversations and heartless faces
It's hard when you're young
It's too late when you're old
You give all you've got
Then your leave in a box
You make mistakes along the way
And you'll pay and you'll pay
You might make somebody smike
You might meet somebody worthwhile
Tired of the same old lines
And chords then never quite sit right
Another line on the road
Another string to te bow
Another twenty regrets
Another night to forget
You've made mistakes along the way
And the band begins to play
They might make sombody smile
They might sing something worthwhile

Keep losing
Keep boozing
Keep living
Keep forgetting
Keep learning
Never stop burning
Keep earning
It never stops hurting

Keep losing
Keep boozing
Keep living
Keep forgetting
Keep learning
Never stop burning
Keep earning
It never stops hurting

Keep losing
Keep on boozing
The places we go and the people we know
Keep living
Carry on forgiving
All that we've seen everything we believe
Keep learning
Never stops burning
Ones that we lost but we never forget
Keep earning
It never stops hurting
The child in your soul
That never grows old

I never had a silver spoon
To help me orchestrate this tune
Look at us the same as you
And there's nothing anyone can't do

So sing it from from the back of the room
Don't matter if it's out of tune
Sing it to the bar
I've got my green guitar
But i never had a silver spoon

You and me and me and yo
Whish is whish and who is who?
Underneath we're all the same
We're flesh and blood and viens
And there's nothing that we can't do

So sing it from the back of the room
Don't matter if it's out of tune
Sing it to the bar
I've got my green guitar
But i never had a silver spoon

I never had a sliver spoon
So sing it from the back of the room
Don't matter if it's out of tune
Sing it to the bar
I've got my green guitar
But i never had a silver spoon