Song | With Everything To Lose |
Artist | The Style Council |
Album | Our Favourite Shop (Digitally Remastered) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Weller/Steve 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 | |
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 | |
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. |