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• Artiste: McDermott's Two Hours
• Titre: Stand By Yarself
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Half a mile to the iron turnstile and you're swept into the herd This is the trickster's instinct, this is the bitch's creed Caught in the crush, you jostle and push, 'til the coppers give the word Through the gate in a crazy late stampede Stand by yourself as your ribs break and you suffocate Like soldiers in the trenches, like chickens in the pen Stand by yourself, shut your fucking prattle mate Just sing your song, you'll never walk again Riding the train in the fine spring rain, off to the city lights Hiding behind your paper, checking the latest price But the driver's working round the clock, it's old and battered rolling stock You're heading up the junction and tearing out of sight Stand by yourself as the engines crash and the windows smash Crawl on the ceiling, cling to the racks, make for the open air Stand by yourself, bodies laid out on the grass Kneel and whisper in their ears and tell them how you care Summer in the city, terror in the air They went to hunt some desert rats, but now they're crawling over here Send for the real Inspector Hound, there's trouble on the underground Mind the gap before you disappear Stand by yourself as the hands slip and the packs blow up People turn to effigies and still the cold eyes stare Stand by yourself, see the sights from an open top Salute the pregnant torso in the square You're growing old and sick now, you're a burden to your wife There are things they need to fix now under the surgeon's knife But as you dream beneath the mask, invisible armies are on the march They're digging trenches in your flesh and threatening your life Stand by yourself, they say one leg is better than none But now you haven't any it's not much use to you Stand by yourself, it's all about the resistance, son Little for the many, plenty for the few Stand by yourself as chickens all come home to roost Falling with the fever, burning on the pyre Stand by yourself, ladies and gentlemen drink a toast To those who feed the flames, and those caught in the fire.