I fit central heating, I have done it now for years I have got all the know how I have got all the gear I used to earn my money working on a building
Everybody's got a number tattooed on their soul And the time's gonna come boy, when your number's called Everybody gets a uniform and a hut to live in
So what you gonna do, you gonna stick with the crowd Walk the streets of the city following the biggest mouth They want you for their dreams full of hate
When we were at school I thought he had it sussed Fighting the law with the rest of us Smoking, drinking, acting cool. ('Til) they started treating him
Well you won't hear us on the radio or Top Of The Pops 'Cos we're blanked And I wonder what is that we've done Oh he was only having some fun What went
Cheats never prosper, crime don't pay, The meek shall inherit come judgement day, Peace in our time, no pain no gain, management decisions, insurance
Run away Johnny [x3] Johnny run away The bosses are the menaces they don't give a damn for you They know that you earn their pay There's a real life
Cock Sparrer Run For Cover [Pretty Close To Correct] Can't eat, don't sleep no more. Whatever you said, It's all been said before. Spent too much time
Collecting funds for the holy fight Like a door to door salesman in the dead of night Russian guns help him on his way Bought with money from the USA [
Run with the blind the best of your kind Your leaders your God like saviours Run with the cold and do what your told You live by the shepherds of your
Things you say, Things you do sure worry me, When were out on the street making money for you in your society. It seems to me the time is right, for
Friend of my mine said he rather be dead, with a bullet from a 45 in his head, Or his wrist slashed to ribbons with a blade instead, than reach 24 that
We got Reds under the bed We got lovely's nude and tanned We got the wife of a mass murderer And we only paid her ten grand We got Samantha Fox we got
We worked our way up from east end pubs To gigs and back stage passes Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs Americans in dark glasses Driving ten grand cars
When I met you, you were on your own No looks, no class, no money Well, I took you in and I tried to help I gave you everything I had Must've known I
So you think you're gonna cause a splash You're gonna make some cash You're gonna open every door With the wind in your hair and the sun on your face
When I was young those stories took me in Of G.I.Joe the comic macho man They mean murder they mean murder Disguised as fairytales The hero never fails
I've got a friend just an ordinary guy But sometimes he comes out with so many lies About how many women he's had in bed He's trying to impress me but