Who Needs Sunshine Testo

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Who needs sunshine? Things are fine

Strangers smiling, train's on time

Who needs sunshine? All the time

Smoking's banned, no more crime
Who needs sunshine? Things are fine

Strangers smiling, train's on time

Who needs sunshine? All the time

(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)



Ahh, morning glory, so what's the story?

It's pissin down again but that's hunky dory

Though it's stormy the time has arrived for a 9 to the 5

That'll bore me, as much as the dude who pursued it -

Before me - gave it his heart
Literally - he got knifed in the car park

Now he'll live forever as a figure on a bar chart

But that's life so enough about him

Same old shite with the tubes on a strike,

And I cant pedal in cos they teefed my bike

Again, suppose I got myself to blame

See it never woulda happened if I'd used two chains

Looks of disgust on the bus from commuters,

Like I'm a mutant carrying a shooter

Move to the front then it smacks-that I'm wearing

A back-pack plus I aint shaved for a month



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If you're bored of London then you're bored of life

Look, why the fuck you think people carry a knife?

See they gotta stay sharp when the humour flows

As I answer a phonecall a tumour grows

Words are exchanged, now my plans have changed

My boy's been detained cos he caught a train -

Coulda shown more resilience, yes he's a silly-one

Shoulda known better bein' dark and Brazilian

Hear it everyday and the shit folks say

UK's in decay, that it's hit rock bottom

If it's all gone rotten get your arse to Spain

And sit there and complain cos it aint all bad:

So the healthcare's fucked and our schools are doomed

But you shouldn't just assume that the youths are thick

Kids learn new tricks from their mobile phone

But you moan cos they only make Kung Fu flicks



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Stop complaining

Moaning moaning constant whine

Just stop complaining

Same old shit all the time



As I look 'em in the eyeball it's viable they absent -

Minded - everyone except for the blind-kid

Cos' he's the only smiling the others look unreceptive

Defective and then I'm reminded

That this is Londinium, home to a million

Things that a brilliant and that's why it's silly

That civility and happiness are kept to a minimum

Civilians are never satisfied

Greedy little fucks with their eyes in the classifieds

Here's where the matter-lies, that-aside from the fact that

No one is engulfed by the war in the gulf

But everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-cries

Pack-of-lies from the guys at the top who monopolise

Don't seem to care when a copper-dies

We're more concerned with the TV to see

If our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-size



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