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Pity The Plight

アーティスト:Plan B  アルバム:Ill Manors 

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Picture the face of your fellows Too long a bed with no sleep With their complex romantic attachments All look on their sorrows and weep They don't get a moment's reflection There's always a crowd in their eye Pity the plight of young fellows Regard all their worries and cry Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps Leaving it up to the school Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps And the climate; oppressively cool Give me some acre of cellos Pitched at some distant regret Pity the fate of young fellows And their anxious attempts to forget These are the tears of a thug like murky water Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter His half-sister; he felt obliged to support her Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer Separated until she was 8 years old He knew as soon as he saw her That he adored her, so he's baying for blood with a borer And an automatic weapon; Smith & Weston That'd split a fucking hole in your chest then he's been looking to corner The perpetrators responsible for a killing Now he's finally got ‘em where he wants ‘em Blood will start spilling The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling


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