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Title:
You Gotta Life Artist: Brotherhood Label: Bite It! / Virgin Year: 1996 Album: Elementalz |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: Rob Mantell Contact: Rob Mantell Artist Discography |
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Shylock: The time is 3AM, when, the day the 6th of June 1962 Let's measure the worth, at the birth of you. Let me take you to, the pre-natal centre, Time for you to enter, ripping from placenta. The way that it was meant ta, sent from god's miracle Screaming from your mum's mouth, hugging on umbilical. Pinacle exist twist the photo lens, now your dad's taking photos for his friends Ends justify the means, rip your momma cleans Smack the baby's bottom, splash the blood upon the screen Scenes of love and life, man and wife, why? You the baby boy and now the apple of your mum's eye. Sigh like a ? got you cozy like the womb. Got the Captain Caper wallpaper on your room Soon you're growing up, a million years past the door Got you walking on yr hind legs, from crawling on the floor All gauzed up don't want your trip pop? so your daddy buys you docks, shaves your head from baby locks time tocks, papa wants to pass on his legacy exercise conditions so the idea is hereditary Apple of his eye, ? Your father starts to dote on his great white hope No you was just a nappy-wearing dribbler But Daddy's got ideas of his own little Hitler. - Six years old, now you're on the street playing footy Dad'll teach you how to sweep, but don't play with Mr Sooty. Goody goody gum drops, Daddy loves Scotch Always drunk on the job, so his job's always botch Swatch, another twelve years in the void Feels like four score and ten that your dad's unemployed and annoyed sitting in your front room bitter screaming how the immigrants got him right up in the shitter Gary Glitter, there's no one left in my gang, my gang All the jobs are taken by the Buddah or the yin and yang Slang, nuff abuse through the windows at the passers Shouting cut your hair to the pappys and the rastas Now he has ta, take a drink coz he's parky Tellin ya your mother's just run off with a darky Took the car keys, left him there without his dinner Crying out to his lord, why is she such a sinner? Headspinner, now you got dazed and confused Can't make your own decisions, coz your mind has been abused Used, now you try to make your own choice You try to open your mouth, but you ain't got your own voice Poised on the edge with the broken role model, no longer protected by the days of the swaddle Mind boggle, make you ooh, make you aah, You gotta life but you don't know how to live it do ya? - Oh, so now the shit's hit the fan, out on your own trying to act like a man Damn, who's annointing bitterness and blame Pointing all the fingers at the ones who ain't the same Aim, your anger fighting tooth and nail, tooth and claw Undirected mind in the shadow of the squaws Lost, coz you got no place to go Slow, stifling the earth, got no space to grow No, all you think of is your broken family Sign subscriptions, pay your money to the BNP You on a yid-bashing romp, circumstance and pomp and you do the Nazi stomp From, whence did you come, do you think? Became your dad's clone in the speed of a blink If there was any good there it must have gone thru ya You gotta life but you don't know how to live it do ya? | ||
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