Testi:
Enemy The Music For The People

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

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

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

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 (Thanks to I Am The Enemy for these lyrics

They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room The people in the cheap seats didn't have the clearest view But they all cried when the music

I just want the whole wide world to remember me I don't want to have to think you're working for the enemy Sbotage. You can't conquer this energy You

So radically My double edged sword swings Strong breasted iron chested raw King of all kings Is not looking for a halo, but neither should you lay low Just let My redeemed people

vows that Zyrashana shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands. Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson Hello city ... Another night at the Palace 'cause there is nothing else to do. The same people, the same