At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer
Gang Of Four - A Brief History of the Twentieth Century Album Lyrics
Gang Of Four - A Brief History of the Twentieth Century Lyrics
- At Home Hes A Tourist
- Damaged Goods
- Naturals Not In It
- Not Great Men
- Anthrax
- Return The Gift
- Its Her Factory
- What We All Want
- Paralysed
- A Hole In The Wallet
- Cheeseburger
- To Hell With Poverty!
- Capital (It Fails Us Now)
- Call Me Up
- I Will Be A Good Boy
- The History Of The World
- I Love a Man in Uniform
- Is It Love
- Woman Town
- We Live As We Dream Alone
Writer: DAVE ALLEN, HUGO H. BURNHAM, ANDREW GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Damaged Goods
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(Or is that untrue?)
Colder couplings in the night
(Never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods
Send them back
I can't work
I can't achieve
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap but you're too much
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Bye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(Or is that untrue?)
Colder couplings in the night
(Never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods
Send them back
I can't work
I can't achieve
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap but you're too much
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Bye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Writer: DAVID ALLEN, HUGO BURNHAM, ANDREW GILL, JONATHAN KING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Naturals Not In It
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
Writer: ANDREW GILL, DAVE ALLEN, HUGO H. BURNHAM, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Not Great Men
No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
Writer: DAVE ALLEN, ANDREW GILL, JON KING, HUGO H. BURNHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Anthrax
Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
"Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
cos most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
or how happy they are to be in love,
you occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
it's because these groups think there's something very special about it
either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
you know to burst into song you have to be inspired
and nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
by singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
or so they would have you believe anyway
but these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
that love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
we just don't think that what goes on between two people
should be shrouded with mystery."
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
"Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
cos most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
or how happy they are to be in love,
you occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
it's because these groups think there's something very special about it
either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
you know to burst into song you have to be inspired
and nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
by singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
or so they would have you believe anyway
but these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
that love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
we just don't think that what goes on between two people
should be shrouded with mystery."
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Writer: David Geoffrey Allen, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, Andrew James Dalrymple Gill, Kenneth George King
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Return The Gift
Head away from the years
You're on the price list
Head away from the years
You're on the price list
Head away from the years
You're on the price list
Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland no obligation
We'll send you an invitation
We'll send you an inside shower
We'll send you an inside shower
It's on the market
You're on the price list
It's on the market
You're on the price list
It's on the market
You're on the price list
In the spring who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
You're on the price list
Head away from the years
You're on the price list
Head away from the years
You're on the price list
Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland no obligation
We'll send you an invitation
We'll send you an inside shower
We'll send you an inside shower
It's on the market
You're on the price list
It's on the market
You're on the price list
It's on the market
You're on the price list
In the spring who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Writer: DAVID ALLEN, HUGO BURNHAM, ANDREW GILL, JONATHAN KING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Its Her Factory
items daily press views to suppress
subject story on the front page suffering from suffrage
title unsung heroine of Britain position to attain
housewife heroines addicts to their homes
it's her factory it's her duty it's her factory
paternalist journalist
he gives them sympathy because they're not men
scrubbing floors they're close to the earth
in a man's world they're not men
in a man's world because they're not men x4
in a man's world in a man's world
a little of a lot keeps them happy
avoid the answers but keep them snappy
that's all
subject story on the front page suffering from suffrage
title unsung heroine of Britain position to attain
housewife heroines addicts to their homes
it's her factory it's her duty it's her factory
paternalist journalist
he gives them sympathy because they're not men
scrubbing floors they're close to the earth
in a man's world they're not men
in a man's world because they're not men x4
in a man's world in a man's world
a little of a lot keeps them happy
avoid the answers but keep them snappy
that's all
Writer: DAVE ALLEN, ANDREW GILL, JON KING, HUGO H. BURNHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
What We All Want
this wheel spins let me off
it's not for lack of trying
can't put my finger on it
you can't help being hard up
you can't trust the god you trusted
don't think that's any insurance
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need someone to fill my time
this wheel spins let me off
these jobs are nagging worries
nothing to work towards
this demon on back preaches the razor's blood
the world it does not fade
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
this wheel spins let me off
it's not for lack of trying
can't put my finger on it
you can't help being hard up
you can't trust the god you trusted
don't think that's any insurance
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need someone to fill my time (repeat)
what we want's not what we get
it's not for lack of trying
can't put my finger on it
you can't help being hard up
you can't trust the god you trusted
don't think that's any insurance
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need someone to fill my time
this wheel spins let me off
these jobs are nagging worries
nothing to work towards
this demon on back preaches the razor's blood
the world it does not fade
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
this wheel spins let me off
it's not for lack of trying
can't put my finger on it
you can't help being hard up
you can't trust the god you trusted
don't think that's any insurance
could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time
could I be happy with something else
I need someone to fill my time (repeat)
what we want's not what we get
Writer: ANDREW GILL, DAVE ALLEN, HUGO H. BURNHAM, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Paralysed
Blinkered, paralyzed
Flat on my back
They say our world is built on endeavor
That every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it
Paradise, if you can earn it
History is the reason
I'm washed up
Blinkered, paralyzed
Flat on my back
My ambitions come to nothing
What I wanted now just seems a waste of time
I can't make out what has gone wrong
I was good at what I did
The crows come home to roost
And I'm the dupe
Flat on my back
They say our world is built on endeavor
That every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it
Paradise, if you can earn it
History is the reason
I'm washed up
Blinkered, paralyzed
Flat on my back
My ambitions come to nothing
What I wanted now just seems a waste of time
I can't make out what has gone wrong
I was good at what I did
The crows come home to roost
And I'm the dupe
Writer: Andrew Gill, Carlton Ridenhour, Jonathan King, Keith Shocklee
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A Hole In The Wallet
Education is their business
Women to know that they are equal
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting time a hole in the wallet
There is only one condition
Stay in bed or in the kitchen
Better not (you'll only earn emotional losses)
Disrupt their passions
Mirror reflect their teaching
Make up makes up for your nature
Make up makes up for your nature
You're for seeing and not for hearing
Their commands are in your interest
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting times a hole in the wallet
Their commands are your interest
There is only one condition
You're for seeing and for the taking
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting times a hole in the wallet
Better not (you'll only earn emotional losses)
Disrupt their passions
Education is their business
Women to know that they are equal
There is only one condition
Stay in bed or in the kitchen
Women to know that they are equal
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting time a hole in the wallet
There is only one condition
Stay in bed or in the kitchen
Better not (you'll only earn emotional losses)
Disrupt their passions
Mirror reflect their teaching
Make up makes up for your nature
Make up makes up for your nature
You're for seeing and not for hearing
Their commands are in your interest
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting times a hole in the wallet
Their commands are your interest
There is only one condition
You're for seeing and for the taking
Why work for love if it shows no profit
You'll only earn emotional losses
Wasting times a hole in the wallet
Better not (you'll only earn emotional losses)
Disrupt their passions
Education is their business
Women to know that they are equal
There is only one condition
Stay in bed or in the kitchen
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Cheeseburger
(I need a cheeseburger to go)
I move from one place to the next
I hope they keep down the price of gas
I shoot fast while you're talking dollars
see how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
the last cent is coming out of his head
to be honest or a son like his own
and all this changed we're sure of the rides
the old country's in the back of his mind
I hope his home is somewhere you go to sleep
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
no classes in the u s of a
improve yourself the choice is yours
work at your job you can make it pay
make friends quick buy them beer
you never know when you're gonna lose them
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
I'm at the wheel of the company truck
on the road and all alone
sometimes I think money is my only goal
it makes me sad
work on up another four miles
coffee fries and a cheeseburger
I move from one place to the next
I hope they keep down the price of gas
I shoot fast while you're talking dollars
see how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
the last cent is coming out of his head
to be honest or a son like his own
and all this changed we're sure of the rides
the old country's in the back of his mind
I hope his home is somewhere you go to sleep
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
no classes in the u s of a
improve yourself the choice is yours
work at your job you can make it pay
make friends quick buy them beer
you never know when you're gonna lose them
high numbers low numbers 8 ball break
I'm at the wheel of the company truck
on the road and all alone
sometimes I think money is my only goal
it makes me sad
work on up another four miles
coffee fries and a cheeseburger
Writer: DAVE ALLEN, ANDREW GILL, JON KING, HUGO H. BURNHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
To Hell With Poverty!
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the boast again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the boast again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty
Writer: ANDREW GILL, DAVID ALLEN, HUGO BURNHAM, JONATHAN KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Capital (It Fails Us Now)
The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2
On the first day of my life I opened my eyes
Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers
I need a prison I need a hot fire
No credit no goods
Come on back I say
They say we're bankrupt
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2
Capital it fails us nowâ?¦
Oh no! I left it in my other suit!
One day all will be living on credit
Bankrupt
I'm still in creditâ??just
One day all men are living on creditâ?¦
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2
On the first day of my life I opened my eyes
Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers
I need a prison I need a hot fire
No credit no goods
Come on back I say
They say we're bankrupt
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2
Capital it fails us nowâ?¦
Oh no! I left it in my other suit!
One day all will be living on credit
Bankrupt
I'm still in creditâ??just
One day all men are living on creditâ?¦
Writer: ANDREW GILL, DAVID ALLEN, HUGO H. BURNHAM, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Call Me Up
Call me up, If I'm home
Don't say too much, I might be upset
Let us agree to differ
We're consumed by competition
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Call me up, if I'm alone
I don't like to spend too much time on my own
I need to have diversion
Consume me with a new passion
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
We are all in competition
Better move fast gobble up your dinner
Take a tip - get hip!
It's not so bad in the promised land
It's not so bad in the promised land
It's not so bad in the promised land
How do I fill my days?
A force called "Hard Cash" moves my feet
We are all in competition
It's the one thing that is simple
We are all in competition
It's not so bad in the promised land
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Children of the pleasure culture
Who must be grateful for what we've got
Happy smiles in sunny climes
So don't upset the ice-cream cart
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Don't say too much, I might be upset
Let us agree to differ
We're consumed by competition
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Call me up, if I'm alone
I don't like to spend too much time on my own
I need to have diversion
Consume me with a new passion
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
We are all in competition
Better move fast gobble up your dinner
Take a tip - get hip!
It's not so bad in the promised land
It's not so bad in the promised land
It's not so bad in the promised land
How do I fill my days?
A force called "Hard Cash" moves my feet
We are all in competition
It's the one thing that is simple
We are all in competition
It's not so bad in the promised land
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Children of the pleasure culture
Who must be grateful for what we've got
Happy smiles in sunny climes
So don't upset the ice-cream cart
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Having fun is my reason for living
(Give me a break)
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
I Will Be A Good Boy
Take me, dance with me
I want to be
Everything a man should be
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
No longer on my own
Secure, I smile
Now I am a man
I understand
And I am complete
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Take me, dance with me
Dance
To the tension of a world on the wane
I shuffle around on wooden boards
Now no longer afraid
I will be a good boy, I said
I will be a good boy
I want to be
Everything a man should be
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
No longer on my own
Secure, I smile
Now I am a man
I understand
And I am complete
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Take me, dance with me
Dance
To the tension of a world on the wane
I shuffle around on wooden boards
Now no longer afraid
I will be a good boy, I said
I will be a good boy
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
The History Of The World
When I was in my mother's womb
Social structure seemed a simple thing
After birth I cursed my luck
Then went down to breakfast
What I know fills me up
It is an everlasting cup
What I believe will never change
My consolation for the night
Mother had for me an egg
I understood the relations of production
She always provided for me
That's where I lost my naivet?BR>
Stability is in my mind
I associate with my kind
Charity, it fills my heart
To help the poor in Africa
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Social structure seemed a simple thing
After birth I cursed my luck
Then went down to breakfast
What I know fills me up
It is an everlasting cup
What I believe will never change
My consolation for the night
Mother had for me an egg
I understood the relations of production
She always provided for me
That's where I lost my naivet?BR>
Stability is in my mind
I associate with my kind
Charity, it fills my heart
To help the poor in Africa
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Good, yes, you've done well
Here is a small prize
The history of the world
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
I Love a Man in Uniform
Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman
(You must be joking, o man you must be joking)
She needed to be protected
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
To have ambitions was my ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
To have ambition
Was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The girls they love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
I love a man in a uniform
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(I love a man in a uniform)
I had to be strong for my woman
(You must be joking, o man you must be joking)
She needed to be protected
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
To have ambitions was my ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
To have ambition
Was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The girls they love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
I love a man in a uniform
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(I love a man in a uniform)
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Is It Love
No one lives in the future, no one lives in the past
The men who own the city make more sense than we do
Their actions are clear, their lives are their own
But you, went behind glass
Don't let this boy go, don't let this boy go
So long to the city, we'll retell the story they wrote
My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
And that will remain unsaid
[Chorus]
Is it love, love that's on your mind
Love, not just of a certain kind
Love, no no not just of a certain kind
Is it love, love that's on your mind
The men who own the city make more sense than we do
But you, went behind glass
Ain't what we do without consequence
I'm saying it, I'm saying it
My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
And that will remain unsaid
The men who own the city make more sense than we do
Their actions are clear, their lives are their own
But you, went behind glass
Don't let this boy go, don't let this boy go
So long to the city, we'll retell the story they wrote
My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
And that will remain unsaid
[Chorus]
Is it love, love that's on your mind
Love, not just of a certain kind
Love, no no not just of a certain kind
Is it love, love that's on your mind
The men who own the city make more sense than we do
But you, went behind glass
Ain't what we do without consequence
I'm saying it, I'm saying it
My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember
And that will remain unsaid
Writer: JOHN ROSS LANG, STEVE GEORGE, RICHARD JAMES PAGE, PAT MASTELOTTO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Woman Town
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I would cry for you
I would cry for you
I would wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I would pray for you
I would pray for you
I would sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You would believe in me
And I would never be ignored
I would burn for you
Feel pain for you
I would twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I would lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I would crawl on hands and knees until you to see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You would believe in me
And I could never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I would cry for you
I would cry for you
I would wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I would pray for you
I would pray for you
I would sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You would believe in me
And I would never be ignored
I would burn for you
Feel pain for you
I would twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I would lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I would crawl on hands and knees until you to see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You would believe in me
And I could never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
Writer: Andrew Gill, Jonathan King
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
We Live As We Dream Alone
Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's-land surrounds our desires
To crack the shell we mix with others
Some lie in the arms of lovers
The city is the place to be
With no money you go crazy
I need an occupation!
You have to pay for satisfaction
We live as we dream, alone
To crack the shell we mix with the others
Some flirt with fascism
Some lie in the arms of lovers
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's-land surrounds me!
With no money we'll all go crazy
(we apologize)
Man and woman need to work
It helps us define ourselves
We were not born in isolation
But sometimes it seems that way
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
The space between our work and its product
Some fall into fatalism
As if it started this way
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(We live as we dream, alone)
We live as we dream, alone
(We were not born in isolation)
We live as we dream, alone
(But sometimes it seems that way)
(The space between our work and its product)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(As if it always must be this way)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(With no money we'll all go crazy)
No-man's-land surrounds our desires
To crack the shell we mix with others
Some lie in the arms of lovers
The city is the place to be
With no money you go crazy
I need an occupation!
You have to pay for satisfaction
We live as we dream, alone
To crack the shell we mix with the others
Some flirt with fascism
Some lie in the arms of lovers
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's-land surrounds me!
With no money we'll all go crazy
(we apologize)
Man and woman need to work
It helps us define ourselves
We were not born in isolation
But sometimes it seems that way
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
The space between our work and its product
Some fall into fatalism
As if it started this way
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(We live as we dream, alone)
We live as we dream, alone
(We were not born in isolation)
We live as we dream, alone
(But sometimes it seems that way)
(The space between our work and its product)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(As if it always must be this way)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(With no money we'll all go crazy)
Writer: ANDY GILL, JON KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
A Brief History of the Twentieth Century is the first compilation album by Gang of Four. It was released in December 1990. The liner notes are by Greil Marcus.
Performed By:
Gang Of FourGenre(s): Post-punk, new wave, dance-punk, college rock
Released: December 1st, 1990
Year: 1990