© 2010 No Rhythm
Words and music by Mark Keay and James Hamilton
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You must be joking if you think that you're safe
There was a time when you flew high but that means nothing
No nothing around here, no we don't like your kind
First thing I noticed as I opened the door
So many faces filled with hatred, it made my skin crawl
This doesn't happen it's two thousand and ten
just look aroundyeah look around because it's happening it's happening here
All around me people stop and stare
Just heed the warnings they say go on get out of here
I used to think that I could go it alone
Save up some money build a future a life of my own
Just leave the city find a laid back pace
I thought I'd found it yeah I'd found it I found nothing but pain in this place
All around me people stop and stare
Just heed the warnings they say go on get out of here
No we don't like your kind
Lead Break
No we don't like your kind
There was a time I dreamt of growing old
I'd find a place and I would make it I'd make it my own
But since arriving here I've been by myself
They said we don't want any trouble we know your kind you're headed for hell
All around me people stop and stare
Just heed the warnings they say go on get out of here
You must be joking if you think that you're safe
There was a time when you flew high but that means nothing
No nothing around here
You might be someone back in your real life
But I can tell you yes I'll tell you that we don't like we don't like your kind
No we don't like your kind
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