man How was I to know son That the nigga would run and tell the 411? With a big fat grin, talking 'bout all the hoes that I ran up in Broke a nigga'
Broken handled suitcase And a ticket in my hand No where to run no place to hide From where the common people stand Endless carousel of dreams In empty
of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses
romantic interludes Till they commit themselves to the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues
reflection A broken looking glass what you've become We all wonder what's in the conscience of the king Does he think of the dead or the heroes gone
the ceiling Oh, again this song she's singing Oh, could it be for someone bringing her, her every dream? Beneath the deep and broken wall The reflecting glass
Where they've saved a place for innocence And what is still mysterious And their dreaming time An' they're dreaming time Because we've broken down
All that we know, release tension You're my hero, after dark Terror in the town high street And I know You can't stop full throttle Get involved mate, broken
'll put you in the ground Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse They've fucked you with a furrowed brow Shitting broken glass Marching
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm assumin If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz
(close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero
keep my business, but I'm a little bit afraid Through the years one thing hasn't changed Yeah, yeah, yeah-hey I would run through fields of fire, I would crawl on broken glass
heard screams I've heard everything that makes you give up dreams. I've heard you I've heard me I've heard everything I wish that( ****?) ever be I've heard music, new heroes
romantic interludes Till they commit themselves To the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues
Shiny brown skin like the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the trigger Words like bullets blast the brain Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass
some assistance from the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s and we were on our own We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause Just battle
this existence, just being English upbringing, background carribean 3D It's the way that we ?bility? Sharing a soliloquy We cut the broken thread from
mostly gets lonely How we live in this existence, just being English upbringing, background carribean 3D It's the way that we ?bility? Sharing a soliloquy We cut the broken