There's only one way of life
And that's your own your own your own

My father when I was younger
Took me up on to the hill
That looks down on the city smog
And above the factory spill
He said now this is where I come
When I wanted to be free
But he never was in his lifetime
But these words stuck with me hey

And so I ran from all of this
And I climbed that highest hill
I looked down on to my life
Above the factory spill
I looked down onto my life
As the family disgrace
Then all my friends on the starting line
Their wages off to chase
Yes and all my friends and all their jobs
All the bloody waste

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Well well when I grew up,
Learned to love and laugh
Circled A's on the underpass
The noise we thought would never stop
Died a death when the punks grew up
And we choked on all our dreams
We resalled all our fears
Running through the heartless concrete streets
Chasing our ideas Run
And all the problems of the world
Won't be solved by this guitar
And they won't stop coming either
By the life I've had so far
And the bright lights of my home town
Won't be getting any dimmer
Though their calling has receded
Like some old distant singer
And they don't look so appealing
To the eyes of this poor sinner

CHORUS