I could take another little ride in the
country
Drive my mule down a lane or
two
Maybe I'll recall what it was by the
country
That made me so excited when I
moved uptown
Or maybe it's the noise
in the streets and the car parks
Maybe it's
the kids as they swan around
Maybe it's the
tires that they burn past my window
Or maybe
it's the corner where we all hang out
I got no idea where we go from here
Maybe
that's why we're living in Bunkers
I got no
idea where we go from here
Maybe that's why
we're living in Bunkers
we're living
in... we're living in... we're living in...
I went down the road to see the end of
the movie
Cus I really like the part where
the heroine dies
She takes away so many
million secrets
But she tells just a few
before she closes her eyes
I reckon
that's the high and the low of my weekend
I
reckon that's all the crazy wool they can pull
I reckon when tomorrow comes I'll be normal
I reckon I may even go back to school
(CHORUS)
Government thugs
keep me in through the week
They call out
the cops if I'm seen on the street
Strikes
me as pointless in millions of ways
I think
I'll be a government thug one day
Don't tell me in anger just tell me for
real
Why does everybody try to be a real
big wheel?
It doesn't hurt a body to live
on the street
With all these cowboys and
Bunkers and creeps
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