| Song | Bombsite Boy |
| Artist | The Adverts |
| Album | Crossing the Red Sea with the Adverts |
| 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. |
| 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. |