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LEVELLERS MUSIC

Dog Train Disk 2

Dog TrainWell this is murder
Yea, On the dog train
When all the brakes have failed
And I'm going down hill
And if you see me wave
Yea, I'm only saying bye bye
There's not a single tear
Here in my eyes
La, La, La ..........
And if you've heard this before
Yea, I'm gonna say it again
But life was easier when
I didn't have a clue
Because this is murder
I'm getting dog tired
Let's make the world brand new
How about you
La, La, La ..........
(I love this, I love life)......

Hard Fight

Pushed from the start
Do it right and maybe you'll take a part
Call a spade a spade
Put on your blinkers maybe then you'll be made
To walk the streets
Head full of false facts you can't get back
But you wake up one day
You wake up one day
Can't see the world the same way
All the lights have changed
Your routine's down the drain
Things will neve r be the same
Some call it art
But it's hard to start
When you don't know the game
But it feels so good
To be understood
By yourself again
Now you've got to fight
You ain't got no wage so you ain't got no rights

Outside Inside
He was on the outside
But it was not his own choice
The city schemes had swallowed his dreams
And silenced his voice
Get away - run!
She was on the inside
Looking for a way to be free
She was doing nine to life
Working for a company
Get away - run!
There is an end to adversity
An end to the company
A time a place where we can be
Where I can laugh and you'll be free
And there'll be no more outside or inside
To keep us apart
And there'll be no more outside or inside
To keep us apart
This is the place the rat the race
This is the place we have no face
I state my case

Barrel Of A Gun
In a strange land
Far from these shores
Lay two men and a woman
Killed by the law
In no matter what country
Under the sun
There can be no justice
Through the barrel of a gun
A car bomb they say
The S.A.S. on offense
Shoot in the back
Makes no difference
Shoot to kill
'Till both sides have their fill
'Till both sides have their martyrs
And all the kids have no fathers
'Till your mothers have no sons
And the battle is won
When both sides have lost
All the blood that it costs