Hold On Tight Lyrics
| Song | Hold On Tight |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Save The World, Get The Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They say it ain’t safe to go out anymore, | |
| So the police station has bolted up the door, | |
| The floor’s full of torn up betting stubs, | |
| They put televisions in my favourite pubs, | |
| So our homes get bulldozed, no-one watches, | |
| They want soap operas and not soap boxes, | |
| This town has left me high and dry, | |
| But I’ll be here til the day | |
| I die, They tell me | |
| I’m just pissed off, | |
| Yeh maybe | |
| I’m pissed off, | |
| I’d rather be pissed off, | |
| Than be pissed on, | |
| So if the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I’ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I’ll hold on tight, | |
| As the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I’ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I’ll hold on tight, | |
| We beg for another show we can watch til we’re sick, | |
| Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, | |
| Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus, | |
| With abracadabra and hocus pocus, | |
| One billion channels and there’s still nothing on, | |
| The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says, “ | |
| And now for something completely indifferent”, | |
| Cos I demand my rock ‘n’ roll with blood, sweat and tears, | |
| And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears, | |
| I demand my punk rock to start a revolution, | |
| I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution, | |
| I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks, | |
| I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax, | |
| I demand love that isn’t measured by the relationships of characters on | |
| Friends, Or the words to some dire | |
| R&B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good man is, | |
| So as the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I’ll hold on tight, |
| They say it ain' t safe to go out anymore, | |
| So the police station has bolted up the door, | |
| The floor' s full of torn up betting stubs, | |
| They put televisions in my favourite pubs, | |
| So our homes get bulldozed, noone watches, | |
| They want soap operas and not soap boxes, | |
| This town has left me high and dry, | |
| But I' ll be here til the day | |
| I die, They tell me | |
| I' m just pissed off, | |
| Yeh maybe | |
| I' m pissed off, | |
| I' d rather be pissed off, | |
| Than be pissed on, | |
| So if the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| As the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| We beg for another show we can watch til we' re sick, | |
| Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, | |
| Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus, | |
| With abracadabra and hocus pocus, | |
| One billion channels and there' s still nothing on, | |
| The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says, " | |
| And now for something completely indifferent", | |
| Cos I demand my rock ' n' roll with blood, sweat and tears, | |
| And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears, | |
| I demand my punk rock to start a revolution, | |
| I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution, | |
| I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks, | |
| I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax, | |
| I demand love that isn' t measured by the relationships of characters on | |
| Friends, Or the words to some dire | |
| R B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good man is, | |
| So as the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, |
| They say it ain' t safe to go out anymore, | |
| So the police station has bolted up the door, | |
| The floor' s full of torn up betting stubs, | |
| They put televisions in my favourite pubs, | |
| So our homes get bulldozed, noone watches, | |
| They want soap operas and not soap boxes, | |
| This town has left me high and dry, | |
| But I' ll be here til the day | |
| I die, They tell me | |
| I' m just pissed off, | |
| Yeh maybe | |
| I' m pissed off, | |
| I' d rather be pissed off, | |
| Than be pissed on, | |
| So if the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| As the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, | |
| We beg for another show we can watch til we' re sick, | |
| Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, | |
| Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus, | |
| With abracadabra and hocus pocus, | |
| One billion channels and there' s still nothing on, | |
| The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says, " | |
| And now for something completely indifferent", | |
| Cos I demand my rock ' n' roll with blood, sweat and tears, | |
| And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears, | |
| I demand my punk rock to start a revolution, | |
| I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution, | |
| I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks, | |
| I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax, | |
| I demand love that isn' t measured by the relationships of characters on | |
| Friends, Or the words to some dire | |
| R B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good man is, | |
| So as the world burns down outside, | |
| And they battle on the frontline, | |
| My darling | |
| I' ll hold on tight, |
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