Texty:
Enemy The Music For The People

no future in British steel know the only thing which really makes us smile is a joke and a laugh and a night on the tiles no one ever gives you anything for

that owes you nothing at all Concrete up to the sky And a million people waiting to die A million people living a lie A million people waiting to die A million people

floors And all the lads are packed off fighting They never knew Thought that they might see the world Shellshocked in a dusty old hell hole Wishing for

Don't matter if it's out of tune Sing it to the bar I've got my green guitar But i never had a silver spoon (Thanks to I Am The Enemy for these lyrics

They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room The people in the cheap seats didn't have the clearest view But they all cried when the music

'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for

up the pieces I was thinking, maybe this isn't the life for me I was thinking, maybe I should leave the music industry I've been betrayed by the people

Yes, sever the head of the evil music (Meant to divide and confuse kids) The media spoon feeds you People who need you, concede to your bluffin' Parasitic poison unfit for

say if I die today please take my soul away make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son so many people with money fall victim of the gun for tryin