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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Jam
The Jam
Künstler:in
Paul Weller
Paul Weller
Stimme und Gesang
Bruce Foxton
Bruce Foxton
Bassgitarre
Rick Buckler
Rick Buckler
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Paul Weller
Paul Weller
Komponist:in
Bruce Foxton
Bruce Foxton
Komponist:in
Rick Buckler
Rick Buckler
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Jam
The Jam
Produzent:in
Peter Wilson
Peter Wilson
Produzent:in

Letras

Down in amongst the streets tonight Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (Turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt You can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those who led Pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and despise love in a crisis (What with today's high prices?) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring what's left of all your love for the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt You can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those who led Pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt You can't come back home In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt You can't come back home In the funeral pyre (I feel so old, when I feel so young) We'll watch the flames grow higher (well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands) But if you get too burnt (I feel so old, when I feel so young) You can't come back home (well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands) In the funeral pyre (I feel so old, when I feel so young) Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands
Writer(s): Paul John Weller, Bruce Foxton, Rick Buckler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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