“With images of the bombings still so fresh in people’s minds, it’s unlikely anyone living in this city will truly say...sometimes…(garbled) In the last–(garbled)–over the city...“
Gonna bring it back to you I never turned by back to you I remember what you said and what I promised you Took a while to learn the truth Always learnin’ somethin’ new I believe that I’ve been compromising a moral attitude Compromising, compromising, compromising a moral attitude
No surprises, not for me Every time the mobile rings, Always wantin’ what I can’t offer I’m just as good as mobile phon-ar Information comes to me Especially that which I don’t need Turns around my mind and awaken day and all night long you lost my sleep Still you’re sittin’ and stare at me without a question, no intention for the present No progression from this situation, just oceans of misinformation Oceans, oceans, Oceans of misinformation I said now is there no, compromise? Can anybody show them, how to compromise?
Compromising, compromising, compromising, ooohh
Keep ‘em comin' back to you Still they’re rushin’ back to you Till there’s nothing left to see and now our will is true Gonna bring it back to you Pray let me back to you And believe that it’s all right; it’s all your attitude Ohhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Ooooooo Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... “(Garbled) – right now and remember the victims of last week….”