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Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair
Maybe it's our kookiness
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds
Maybe it's our looseness
But we're trash, you and me
We're the litter on the breeze
We're the lovers on the streets
Just trash, me and you
It's in everything we do (2x)
Maybe, maybe it's the things we say
The words we've heard and the music we play
Maybe it's our cheapness
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads
Maybe it's our sweetness
But we're trash, you and me
We're the litter on the breeze
We're the lovers on the streets
Just trash, me and you
It's in everything we do (2x)
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight
What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name.
Wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt, it looks so easy
Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight
What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name.
Wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here they come with their make-up on
As lovely as the clouds, come and see them
Boys and girls and their mums and their words
And their romances and jobs and their sons
Barking mad kids, lonely dads
Who drug it up to give it some meaning
From the raves to the council estates
They're reminding us there's things to be done
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy…
Here they come gone 7 am
Getting satellite and Sky getting cable
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
Who just really, really want to be loved
Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
Helping out around the disabled
From the flats and the maisonettes
They're reminding us there's things to be done
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy..
It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me
She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out, that's fine
She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground
He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, that's fine
He can walk out anytime, across the sand into the sea, into the brine
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground
So we sold the car and quit the job
And shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off
And we said our good-byes to the bank
Left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground…
…it's by the sea we'll breed
…into the sea we'l bleed…
She, walking like a killer
She, another night another pillow
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see
No education, it's the arse of the nation
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is…
She, sh-shaking up the karma
She, "injecting marijuana"
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see
No education it's the arse of the nation
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is…
She…
Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be
No stimulation in this privatisation
She is bad, she is bored, she is busy, she is she
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
You don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
La, la, la, la …
She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair
Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere
Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside
A heavy metal stutter that brains me
And an electric love in her eyes
Oh, she don't want education
She got nothing to say
She got no imagination (so they say)
Why does she feel this way?
Cos she's star, starcrazy, getting stupid on the streets tonight
And shaking like a mechanical thing
With an electric love in her eyes
Oh, she don't want education
She got nothing to say
She got no imagination (so they say)
So why does she feel this way?
I'm so sorry to hear about the news
Don't you worry
I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink the petrol fumes
I'm so sorry to hear about your world
Don't you worry
There's a gap in the fence down by the nature reserve
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one
I'm so sorry to hear the news today
Don't you worry
There's been a speeding disaster so we'll go to the motorway
I'm so sorry to hear about the scene
Don't you worry
Just put on your trainers and get out of it with me
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day
Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one.
We could go dancing, we could go walking
We could go shopping, we could keep talking
We could go drinking, we could sit thinking
We could go speeding, or we could go dreaming, see? oh hey…
And maybe we're just kids who've grown, and maybe not
And maybe when we're on our own, we don't have much
But oh, we are young and not tired of it
Oh, with all the kids getting out of their head
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us?
And maybe we're just Streatham trash, and maybe not
And maybe we're just capital flash in a stupid love
But oh, we are young and not tired of it
Oh we are young and easily lead
Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us?
Today she's been working, she's been talking, she's been smoking
but it'll be alright
Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick
And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturaday night
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright
Today she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office furniture,
but it'll be alright
Coz tonight we'll go drinking we'll do silly things
And never let the winter in
And it'sll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night
Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever make it alright
…we'll go peepshows and freak shows.
We'll go to discos, casinos
We'll go where people go and let go…
…oh whatever makes her happy…