Blur - Me, White Noise (Phil Daniels' version) | Текст песни

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Oi, you're a little mug ya little tart, no education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out
That's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not coming in with a pair of maracas are they?
Doin' a f***ing bit of maraca and stuff like, you know what I mean
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I aint moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that
Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football
You kick a football, everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough and like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate"
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya? "I aint a mirror, f*** off!"
That's the way it goes, it's true though innit?
Think about it, don't stall man, I've got houses to build

And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here? I'm here because I've got no f***ing choice
And furthermore, furthermore
You're boring, you're boring, you're boring
You're boring, you're boring
Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Can we stop now?
Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Please?

Don't even know you're innocent, mmm, s'alright
And there's a lot of snides out there, you know
Wanting to have a little pop at your life but they're wrong
Nah, they're just nasty
You know, I've lived all my friggin life, right, trying to do it right
And like, it's impossible, I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
But this is England, this aint America for f***'s sake
All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on
But I don't want everyone blowing each other off
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
That's the way I feel, you know on the underground train
You get on an underground train, you get on an underground train
Off you go, shoom, you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden, Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
Everybody's alright, no-one does that much to each other

And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here? I'm here because I've got no f***ing choice
And furthermore, furthermore
You're boring, you're boring, you're boring
You're boring, you're boring, you're boring
It's Me, White Noise, Me, White Noise, Me, White Noise,
Me, White Noise, Me, White Noise, understand?

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