Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years up her plan
To the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big it was a damn good idea
Together we made the strong
And too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic who know just what to do
He made it and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the indians
White is anglo-american
Blue is the "gee, die for my country" mentality
That it all possible
Our history, made from people's misery
Our history, on other people's poverty
A present, the world into we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest in the world today?
It's the that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a down our pants
When I was ten old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the it is the more power it packs
Mr. shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven years I kept a of things down below
It didn't
Now look at me on the front of record
it's not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, jimmy chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post office penis power
Muscles and cigarettes
Ronald reagan's cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you what I mean
I kept it very quiet, I a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in toilets
At school I showers
The state separatism of an school
I couldn't relate to girls, there different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my up their dress
did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody
It becomes a big thing being big at all
I felt inadequate, confused, and small
We our feelings, our flesh and our blood
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in
We pretend it hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we to have no feelings
easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I needed was
And it's as as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and survived
As a lad I was full of it, it took me years to see through it
The state which keeps us in our place
Which us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, for britain, oppression with a smile
happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching move
To see how they up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause their minds are messed up
The pretending becomes the as we turn out the lights
Turn on the and fuck the consequences
The reality of and violence
From the bedrooms to the
And the mass-manufactured
From the boardrooms to the
The reality of their
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked pain
Such is the they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their
the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?
And living in constant
If we're ever gonna change this
got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own there must be something
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the who will try to keep us down
Like ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for their lives, trying to
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this
Something real, a feeling which never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)