Don’t tell me in anger just tell me for real

I could take another little ride in the country

Drive my mule down a lane or two

Maybe I’ll recall what it was by the country

That made me so excited when I moved uptown
Or maybe it’s the noise in the streets and the car parks

Maybe it’s the kids as they swan around

Maybe it’s the tires that they burn past my window

Or maybe it’s the corner where we all hang out
I got no idea where we go from here

Maybe that’s why we’re living in Bunkers

I got no idea where we go from here

Maybe that’s why we’re living in Bunkers
we’re living in… we’re living in… we’re living in…
I went down the road to see the end of the movie

Cus I really like the part where the heroine dies

She takes away so many million secrets

But she tells just a few before she closes her eyes
I reckon that’s the high and the low of my weekend

I reckon that’s all the crazy wool they can pull

I reckon when tomorrow comes I’ll be normal

I reckon I may even go back to school

Government thugs keep me in through the week

They call out the cops if

I’m seen on the street

Strikes me as pointless in millions of ways

I think I’ll be a government thug one day
Don’t tell me in anger just tell me for real

Why does everybody try to be a real big wheel?

It doesn’t hurt a body to live on the street

With all these cowboys and Bunkers and creeps

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