There’s some green motherfuckers on the mainline,
Rats hiding in a city of greed,
Bringing formalists to tears in the twilight years,
Ruining an arched sea.
Giving up the wrong sequence to the young men,
Who potentially could have been the scientists,
Finding solutions for a world in trouble,
They catch too high to resist.
Someone in the instinct got a bad bone,
‘cause somebody’s taking the piss,
Do you get the highy when you get home helpy,
Will you get the long way to seek?
There’s a whole generation on the red light,
Seeking in the city of debts.
And the materialistic lost sight hidden
It ain’t no time for regrets.
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing…
I hear shoplifters on the incline,
Maybe it’s a sign of the time,
‘cause I’m used of being irresponsible,
I’m speaking on the kind every time.
You got a nose that’s longer than Pinocchio’s
And it seems to be growing by the day,
But what you gonna do when you’ll got nothing,
You’re certainly a king for a day.
History sights is just one thing,
You don’t learn the history.
So leave it to the ash, and complete your last
And everything you’ll see.
There’s a one way ticket to the end, my friend,
Believe me when I say it’s true,
Then how come think of everything bad
And make it to the end with you.
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing…
How come you’re so sad?
Don’t believe ‘em when they’re telling that we’re not coming back.
You promised them intact, and I don’t want anyone denying the fact
That the radio is so blur, and I got too much love to walk away.
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing if you ain’t got love,
You ain’t got nothing…
compositores: Jonathan James Simcox, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Philip David Etheridge
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