| Song | With Everything To Lose |
| Artist | The Style Council |
| Album | Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Paul Weller & Steve White | |
| 作词 : Weller, White | |
| From the playground to the wasteground | |
| Hope ends at 17 - | |
| Sweeping floors and filling shelves | |
| Forced into government schemes - | |
| 11 years spent to dig out ditches, | |
| Forget your schoolday dreams - | |
| Guarantees and lie-filled speeches, | |
| But nothings what it seems - | |
| Qualified and patronised and with everything to lose. | |
| No choice or chance for the future | |
| The rich enjoy less tax - | |
| Dress the girls in pretty pink | |
| The shit goes to the blacks | |
| A generation's heart torn out | |
| And covered up the facts | |
| The only thing they'll understand | |
| Is a wall against their backs | |
| The only hope now left for those - with everything to lose. | |
| In desperation empty eyes, | |
| Signed up and thrown away - | |
| There's drugs replacing dignity, | |
| The short sharp shock repaid - | |
| There'll be no money if you dare to question | |
| Working the tory way - | |
| The truth is up there carved in stone, | |
| Where 21 dead now lay - | |
| A family's loss for a few pounds saved - | |
| With everything to lose. |
| zuo qu : Paul Weller Steve White | |
| zuo ci : Weller, White | |
| From the playground to the wasteground | |
| Hope ends at 17 | |
| Sweeping floors and filling shelves | |
| Forced into government schemes | |
| 11 years spent to dig out ditches, | |
| Forget your schoolday dreams | |
| Guarantees and liefilled speeches, | |
| But nothings what it seems | |
| Qualified and patronised and with everything to lose. | |
| No choice or chance for the future | |
| The rich enjoy less tax | |
| Dress the girls in pretty pink | |
| The shit goes to the blacks | |
| A generation' s heart torn out | |
| And covered up the facts | |
| The only thing they' ll understand | |
| Is a wall against their backs | |
| The only hope now left for those with everything to lose. | |
| In desperation empty eyes, | |
| Signed up and thrown away | |
| There' s drugs replacing dignity, | |
| The short sharp shock repaid | |
| There' ll be no money if you dare to question | |
| Working the tory way | |
| The truth is up there carved in stone, | |
| Where 21 dead now lay | |
| A family' s loss for a few pounds saved | |
| With everything to lose. |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Weller Steve White | |
| zuò cí : Weller, White | |
| From the playground to the wasteground | |
| Hope ends at 17 | |
| Sweeping floors and filling shelves | |
| Forced into government schemes | |
| 11 years spent to dig out ditches, | |
| Forget your schoolday dreams | |
| Guarantees and liefilled speeches, | |
| But nothings what it seems | |
| Qualified and patronised and with everything to lose. | |
| No choice or chance for the future | |
| The rich enjoy less tax | |
| Dress the girls in pretty pink | |
| The shit goes to the blacks | |
| A generation' s heart torn out | |
| And covered up the facts | |
| The only thing they' ll understand | |
| Is a wall against their backs | |
| The only hope now left for those with everything to lose. | |
| In desperation empty eyes, | |
| Signed up and thrown away | |
| There' s drugs replacing dignity, | |
| The short sharp shock repaid | |
| There' ll be no money if you dare to question | |
| Working the tory way | |
| The truth is up there carved in stone, | |
| Where 21 dead now lay | |
| A family' s loss for a few pounds saved | |
| With everything to lose. |