Artist: buzzcocks
Song: running free
Here in suburbia there's nothing left to see
Just want to spend my time running free
I've had enough of the day job, I can see farther than that
Just want to spend my time running free
The air of tension still is rising higher
Screaming emotions are singing to you
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
Here in the engine room a pulse shouts for a word
Just want to spend my time running free
I'll pull out condition there's no need to face facts
Just want to spend my time running free
You better make a move before sleeping gets you
You better shape soon before the weak things make you
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
Here in paroles paradise, experiments on the weak
Just want to spend my time running free
It's a trick of the torment, you tend to forget yourself
Just want to spend my time running free
Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder
It's just been rearranged to keep the strata
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder
It's just been rearranged to keep the strata
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
