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We need more money

We need more time so we can get by

We need a single and God knows I've really tried

Cos London's calling and can you see the fear in my eyes?

So scared of failure and that's what keeps me up at night

Call it a blessing

Well I say a curse

So leave me out by the back of the hearse

Raise your fist and look at the dying sun

Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone

Without you the show will not carry on

But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood

Ain't got no future and we ain't got a cent to our name

We got a message but really what's there left to gain?

We may not make it, yet we can say we gave it a try

With nothing ventured who knows where we's end up in time

Call it a blessing

Well I say a curse

So leave me out by the back of the hearse

Raise your fist and look at the dying sun

Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone

Without you the show will not carry on

But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood

Raise your fist and look at the dying sun

Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone

Without you the show will not carry on

But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood

Raise your fist and look at the dying sun

Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone

Without you the show will not carry on

But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood