Heaven 17

City clubland, theatre, dockland Empty house, no audience Smiles of fortune, no man master Play to win and break the bank Play to win Turn professional, know your job Be up to every trick Make a breakthrough, strain your eyes Have no secrets, hear no

[ti:Trouble] [ar:The Butchies] [al:Make ur life] [00:02.72]The Butchies - Trouble [00:07.81] [00:09.84 [00:13.26] [00:29.58]Call me sent confident [00:32.41]Look at how the way we're staying [00:35.30]Run the risk don't run your mouth [00:38.11]This

No more wasting time Synchronize Tell them this is mine Don't Walk the other way Tell me you will stay Give me one more day So give up, I'm going on If you stop, It won't change One of us has lost the feeling Which of us is not believing now? You can

Sweat my youth away With the rules we have to play Speeding through your magazine Pistol, pavement, no T.V. Talk and talk No time, night time Burnt inside Here comes the daylight, here comes my job Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob Her

Once there was a day We were together all the way An endless path unbroken But now there is a time A torture less sublime Our souls are locked and frozen Let me go Let me go I tried but could not bring The best of everything Too breathless then to wo

Sun crazed in our room It was an endless afternoon It seemed that we were so immune The nights were stronger and longer I fell on my pillow saying "Tell the world that lucky's calling Gold dust falling Here in Action Town" Sunset now Sunset now

The skin I'm in It's hard to see, I know This skin I'm in We're never free Don't you agree? Yet another age has passed We all must look away From the way we are today We must look away On every fate Opening eyes will see Who does not cry? This skin I

(Everybody move to prove the groove) Have you heard it on the news? About this fascist groove thang? Evil men with racist views Spreading all across the land Don't just sit there on your ass Unlock that funky chaindance Brothers, sisters shoot your b