Bombsite Boy Lyrics

Song	Bombsite Boy
Artist	The Adverts
Album	Crossing the Red Sea with the Adverts
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	作词 : Smith
	Leapfrog over fences.
	Little time, less senses.
	Here by this railway cutting.
	Life goes quick and it goes without warning.
	That's how life is in my bombsite dwelling.
	But I don't believe you have to be an idiot.
	To get somewhere these days.
	I don't believe you have to sell your soul,
	And do what everybody says,
	Or get carried away.
	Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray.
	Give thanks -
	I'm happy where
	I am. It's just as well.
	Well, I thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn't mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.
	There's a killer in your subway.
	An anarchist on your street.
	There's a breakdown on your
	T.V. You can't find no relief.
	In fact no feelings at all.
	Your war is totally internal.
	At least I'm sure that mine is - on the outside.
	I can thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn't mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.

	zuo ci : Smith
	Leapfrog over fences.
	Little time, less senses.
	Here by this railway cutting.
	Life goes quick and it goes without warning.
	That' s how life is in my bombsite dwelling.
	But I don' t believe you have to be an idiot.
	To get somewhere these days.
	I don' t believe you have to sell your soul,
	And do what everybody says,
	Or get carried away.
	Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray.
	Give thanks
	I' m happy where
	I am. It' s just as well.
	Well, I thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn' t mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy.
	There' s a killer in your subway.
	An anarchist on your street.
	There' s a breakdown on your
	T. V. You can' t find no relief.
	In fact no feelings at all.
	Your war is totally internal.
	At least I' m sure that mine is on the outside.
	I can thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn' t mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy.

	zuò cí : Smith
	Leapfrog over fences.
	Little time, less senses.
	Here by this railway cutting.
	Life goes quick and it goes without warning.
	That' s how life is in my bombsite dwelling.
	But I don' t believe you have to be an idiot.
	To get somewhere these days.
	I don' t believe you have to sell your soul,
	And do what everybody says,
	Or get carried away.
	Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray.
	Give thanks
	I' m happy where
	I am. It' s just as well.
	Well, I thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn' t mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy.
	There' s a killer in your subway.
	An anarchist on your street.
	There' s a breakdown on your
	T. V. You can' t find no relief.
	In fact no feelings at all.
	Your war is totally internal.
	At least I' m sure that mine is on the outside.
	I can thank
	God I never closed my eyes.
	Thank God
	I never compromised.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
	Thank God
	I wasn' t mesmerized.
	Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy.

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