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• Artiste: Adverts (The)
• Titre: Bombsite Boy
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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