Monday 11th 2017f December 2017
updated: 10-Jun-2003



Bombsite Boy

Leapfrog over fences
Little time, less senses
Here by this railway cutting
Life goes quick and it goes without warning
Thatīs how life is in my bombsite dwelling

But I donīt believe you have to be an idiot
To get somewhere these days
I donīt believe you have to sell your soul
And do what everybody says
Or get carried away
Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray
Give thanks - Iīm happy where I am
Itīs just as well

Well, I thank God never closed my eyes
Thank God I never compromised
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
Thank God I wasnīt mesmerised
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy

Thereīs a killer in your subway
An anarchist on your street
Thereīs a breakdown on your T.V.
You canīt find no relief
In fact no feelings at all
Your war is totally internal
At least Iīm sure that mine is on the outside

Thank God I never closed my eyes
Thank God I never compromised
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
Thank God I wasnīt mesmerised
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
© TV Smith

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