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John Wesley Harding - Backing Out lyrics
Been living in the city too long now Even my lungs have started to groan Everybody is singing their own song Sometimes I wanna sing alone Never been a primadonna Never seem to wanna be the one to complain Enough's too much and now I'm gonna Stop the madness soon before it drives me insane So, take me where the sun won't shine on me Take me where my conscience won't go Take me where the sun won't shine on me Don't tell me I'm backing out cos I don't wanna know Everyone around this town is so angry Blaring horns, swearing, shaking fists If everybody in the world was a hit man We'd wipe each other off each other's hit lists Who wants to stand and be counted All anger ever amounted to was lines on your face I don't want to be the one to start the shouting I'm part of this society and I know my place (Chorus) Everything around this town is so boring Nothing changes, nothing doesn't stay the same Ten years ago when we had high ideals We couldn't wait to play the protest game But now we have our thing together Brand new leather, three bank accounts Who cares about the starving millions We're just happy that our cheques don't bounce (Chorus) |
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