Underworld - Ring Road lyrics
[Underworld - Ring Road lyrics]
I want you to be the way I want you to be
And when you're not it hurts
Me like shredded tape
Something sticky for security
Wrapped tight around
A metal box to imitate security
There's a blue sky over me but
The fear is on me
In a place where ball games are
Strictly forbidden luxury two
Bedroomed apartments
Overlook the traffic lights next to the
Rails it's a hot day, it's a
It's a hot day a lazy day for some but I'm
Bringing from the inside all these
Things I see a wall
I know it's gonna fall down maybe
Hurt somebody after it's been
Tagged I fly post it, it's a rush job
It looks good for long enough Knock 'em out
Sell 'em, move on
It's a fast buck and the race is on
To get in, get out, get what you
Want, get out it's the short term
The long term can look after it'self unless
You happen to be living here
I've gotta stop
People are squinting to block out the
Sun complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain
The next minute for a scorched earth what's
It worth, enough is never enough, let's have
A little moan put the world to rights
Sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody
Else to drive see the suit's
I see the suit's sunning themselves on the
Steps of the supermarket and I
Think of you when I'm alone like
This burning from the inside
I found a new door, I didn't know
Where it went I went through
I came out in this shopping mall where boys
Wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and
Arsenal shirts and the boys
From Dagenham wear jackets
Called Harlem grinning at the door of
The Anne Summers sex shop it's StGeorges day
And all the old people smile
The young people look hungry looking
For a new door i'm in the sun at the back of
The shops where the purple
Wheelie bins are pushed
Up against the doors that say "fire exit"
The smell of grease
There's a broken glass thing under my
Feet the boys stop for a
Smoke in the sun and watch girls
Cross from the job centre
To the station a drunk stands in
The door of a pub, a bunch of
Pea sticks in one hand a cheery
Carrier bag hanging in the other
Hanging in the other
Girls in England shirts read the papers
And giggle at the table
In a cafe offering home made
Dinners, it's good food
But your clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at
The end of the alley by the
By pass you might just see me scratching
All these things inking it out
Deliver us from temptation and doubt
There's an abandoned trolly
Called safe and radio one on and on
And on and on and on and on and
On and another England shirt out in the
Sun spring falls in pink on the black top and
Cracks black and yellow tape covers the scene
Of a break in and every time I think
Of you I get my peace back
People are squinting to block out the
Sun complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain
The next minute for a scorched earth what's
It worth, enough is never enough, let's have
A little moan put the world to rights
Sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody
Else to drive see the suit's
I see the suit's sunning themselves on the
Steps of the supermarket and I
Think of you when I'm alone like
This burning from the inside
And when you're not it hurts
Me like shredded tape
Something sticky for security
Wrapped tight around
A metal box to imitate security
There's a blue sky over me but
The fear is on me
In a place where ball games are
Strictly forbidden luxury two
Bedroomed apartments
Overlook the traffic lights next to the
Rails it's a hot day, it's a
It's a hot day a lazy day for some but I'm
Bringing from the inside all these
Things I see a wall
I know it's gonna fall down maybe
Hurt somebody after it's been
Tagged I fly post it, it's a rush job
It looks good for long enough Knock 'em out
Sell 'em, move on
It's a fast buck and the race is on
To get in, get out, get what you
Want, get out it's the short term
The long term can look after it'self unless
You happen to be living here
I've gotta stop
People are squinting to block out the
Sun complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain
The next minute for a scorched earth what's
It worth, enough is never enough, let's have
A little moan put the world to rights
Sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody
Else to drive see the suit's
I see the suit's sunning themselves on the
Steps of the supermarket and I
Think of you when I'm alone like
This burning from the inside
I found a new door, I didn't know
Where it went I went through
I came out in this shopping mall where boys
Wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and
Arsenal shirts and the boys
From Dagenham wear jackets
Called Harlem grinning at the door of
The Anne Summers sex shop it's StGeorges day
And all the old people smile
The young people look hungry looking
For a new door i'm in the sun at the back of
The shops where the purple
Wheelie bins are pushed
Up against the doors that say "fire exit"
The smell of grease
There's a broken glass thing under my
Feet the boys stop for a
Smoke in the sun and watch girls
Cross from the job centre
To the station a drunk stands in
The door of a pub, a bunch of
Pea sticks in one hand a cheery
Carrier bag hanging in the other
Hanging in the other
Girls in England shirts read the papers
And giggle at the table
In a cafe offering home made
Dinners, it's good food
But your clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at
The end of the alley by the
By pass you might just see me scratching
All these things inking it out
Deliver us from temptation and doubt
There's an abandoned trolly
Called safe and radio one on and on
And on and on and on and on and
On and another England shirt out in the
Sun spring falls in pink on the black top and
Cracks black and yellow tape covers the scene
Of a break in and every time I think
Of you I get my peace back
People are squinting to block out the
Sun complaining or soaking it up
Praying for rain
The next minute for a scorched earth what's
It worth, enough is never enough, let's have
A little moan put the world to rights
Sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody
Else to drive see the suit's
I see the suit's sunning themselves on the
Steps of the supermarket and I
Think of you when I'm alone like
This burning from the inside