The Style Council - Confessions Of A Pop-Group Lyrics

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Cheap and tacky bullshit land

Told when to sit don't know where you stand

Too busy recreating the past to live in the future

Poor relations to uncle sam

Bears no relation to the country man

Too busy being someone else to be who you really are

Shitty plastic prefab town

Mind where you walk when the sun goes down down

Too busy hating others to even love your own

Bobbies on the beat again

Beating blacks for blues again

That's one way to get involved in the community

Love me love my jeans

I must buy shares in heinz baked beans

Too busy buying up selling out oh selling off

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3 2 1 in others terms

Win a life sentence and a queen mum perm

The individual's the state in a state of siege

Do pop press and mix do tits and news stew

Say the next one in the poor house could be you

Too busy saying thank you to say what for

What for what for

No time to spare spare me a dime

The great depression is organized crime

Their confessions are written in your blood

Your blood

Kiss your ass and dreams goodbye

Come back when you've learnt to cry

To busy trying to be strong to see how weak you are

Wave your flags and waive your fate

The freedom you claim is the one you hate

The victory you seek will never come

Brutal views through brutal eyes

See no future hear no lies

Speak no truth to me or the people i love

And when i grow up i want to be

All the things you've never been

And your opinion will count for none

Heading for a breakdown

Heading for a breakdown

Heading for a breakdown

[incomprehensible]

Heading for a breakdown

Breakdown

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