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  • Pity The Plight -Plan B /John Cooper Clarke
    Picture the face of your fellows
    Too long a bed with no sleep
    With their complex romantic attachments
    All look on their sorrows and weep
    They don't get a moment's reflection
    There's always a crowd in their eye
    Pity the plight of young fellows
    Regard all their worries and cry
    Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps
    Leaving it up to the school
    Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
    And the climate oppressively cool
    Give me some acre of cellos
    Pitched at some distant regret
    Pity the fate of young fellows
    And their anxious attempts to forget
    These are the tears of a thug like murky water
    Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter
    His half-sister he felt obliged to support her
    Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer
    Separated until she was 8years old
    He knew as soon as he saw her
    That he adored her so he's baying for blood with a borer
    And an automatic weapon Smith Weston
    That'd split a f**king hole in your chest
    Then he's been looking to corner
    The perpetrators responsible for a killing
    Now he's finally got 'em where he wants 'em
    Blood will start spilling
    The atmosphere in the air
    Tonight is chilling
    The blanket of stars above
    Their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
    Slowly crushing down on 'em as the terror starts progressing
    That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
    Only 13years old pubescent adolescent
    About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson
    These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
    Crying tears as thick as blood
    'Cause his elder set him up
    To take the fall and now he's stuck
    With no way of getting out
    'Cause even if there was a way he'd still
    Want to vent this anger out
    Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
    Young minds get corrupt even so easily f**ked
    That only leads to destruction in the end
    False assumptions that people have your back makes
    You believe their your friends
    All though some represent no one can be trusted
    One double O per-cent 'cause some thugs will go to lengths
    To get revenge
    Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins
    And do the dirty work for them
    The kind of work for men
    That route the dark is past
    Not impressionable young children that never had a chance
    Growing up in his manor's most are doomed from the start
    'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts
  • [00:00.00]Pity The Plight -Plan B /John Cooper Clarke
    [00:12.179]Picture the face of your fellows
    [00:14.770]Too long a bed with no sleep
    [00:17.78]With their complex romantic attachments
    [00:19.874]All look on their sorrows and weep
    [00:22.531]They don't get a moment's reflection
    [00:25.196]There's always a crowd in their eye
    [00:28.155]Pity the plight of young fellows
    [00:30.572]Regard all their worries and cry
    [00:33.290]Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps
    [00:36.224]Leaving it up to the school
    [00:38.448]Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
    [00:40.865]And the climate oppressively cool
    [00:44.130]Give me some acre of cellos
    [00:46.802]Pitched at some distant regret
    [00:49.392]Pity the fate of young fellows
    [00:51.751]And their anxious attempts to forget
    [01:16.410]These are the tears of a thug like murky water
    [01:18.780]Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter
    [01:21.490]His half-sister he felt obliged to support her
    [01:24.74]Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer
    [01:26.618]Separated until she was 8years old
    [01:28.232]He knew as soon as he saw her
    [01:29.729]That he adored her so he's baying for blood with a borer
    [01:31.956]And an automatic weapon Smith Weston
    [01:34.753]That'd split a f**king hole in your chest
    [01:36.407]Then he's been looking to corner
    [01:37.749]The perpetrators responsible for a killing
    [01:39.815]Now he's finally got 'em where he wants 'em
    [01:41.546]Blood will start spilling
    [01:42.513]The atmosphere in the air
    [01:43.818]Tonight is chilling
    [01:44.598]The blanket of stars above
    [01:45.763]Their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
    [01:48.41]Slowly crushing down on 'em as the terror starts progressing
    [01:50.663]That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
    [01:53.218]Only 13years old pubescent adolescent
    [01:55.715]About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson
    [02:30.995]These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
    [02:33.202]Crying tears as thick as blood
    [02:34.568]'Cause his elder set him up
    [02:35.707]To take the fall and now he's stuck
    [02:37.130]With no way of getting out
    [02:38.488]'Cause even if there was a way he'd still
    [02:40.270]Want to vent this anger out
    [02:41.491]Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
    [02:43.886]Young minds get corrupt even so easily f**ked
    [02:46.411]That only leads to destruction in the end
    [02:48.508]False assumptions that people have your back makes
    [02:50.446]You believe their your friends
    [02:51.829]All though some represent no one can be trusted
    [02:54.491]One double O per-cent 'cause some thugs will go to lengths
    [02:56.936]To get revenge
    [02:58.254]Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins
    [03:01.134]And do the dirty work for them
    [03:02.456]The kind of work for men
    [03:03.698]That route the dark is past
    [03:05.134]Not impressionable young children that never had a chance
    [03:07.689]Growing up in his manor's most are doomed from the start
    [03:10.568]'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts