Example - Who Needs Sunshine? Lyrics
Who needs sunshine? Things are fineStrangers smiling, train's on timeWho needs sunshine? All the timeSmoking's banned, no more crimeWho needs sunshine? Things are fineStrangers smiling, train's on timeWho needs sunshine? All the time(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)Ahh, morning glory, so what's the story?It's pissin down again but that's hunky doryThough it's stormy the time has arrived for a 9 to the 5That'll bore me, as much as the dude who pursued it -Before me - gave it his heartLiterally - he got knifed in the car parkNow he'll live forever as a figure on a bar chartBut that's life so enough about himSame old shite with the tubes on a strike,And I can't pedal in cause they teefed my bikeAgain, suppose I got myself to blameSee it never woulda happened if I'd used two chainsLooks of disgust on the bus from commuters,Like I'm a mutant carrying a shooterMove to the front then it smacks-that I'm wearingA back-pack plus I ain't shaved for a monthIf you're bored of London then you're bored of lifeLook, why the ***** you think people carry a knife?See they gotta stay sharp when the humour flowsAs I answer a phonecall a tumour growsWords are exchanged, now my plans have changedMy boy's been detained cause he caught a train -Coulda shown more resilience, yes he's a silly-oneShoulda known better bein' dark and BrazilianHear it everyday and the shit folks sayUK's in decay, that it's hit rock bottomIf it's all gone rotten get your arse to SpainAnd sit there and complain cause it ain't all bad:So the healthcare's *****ed and our schools are doomedBut you shouldn't just assume that the youths are thickKids learn new tricks from their mobile phoneBut you moan cause they only make Kung Fu flicksStop complainingMoaning moaning constant whineJust stop complainingSame old shit all the timeAs I look 'em in the eyeball it's viable they absent -Minded – everyone except for the blind-kidCause' he's the only smiling the others look unreceptiveDefective and then I'm remindedThat this is Londinium, home to a millionThings that a brilliant and that's why it's sillyThat civility and happiness are kept to a minimumCivilians are never satisfiedGreedy little *****s with their eyes in the classifiedsHere's where the matter-lies, that-aside from the fact thatNo one is engulfed by the war in the gulfBut everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-criesPack-of-lies from the guys at the top who monopoliseDon't seem to care when a copper-diesWe're more concerned with the TV to seeIf our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-size
