Paroles officielles de la chanson «The State Of Things (Instrumental)» : Reverend The Makers

Paroles officielles de la chanson "The State Of Things (Instrumental)"

While some sore heads will rue last night's endeavours
Make Sunday's vow that they won't get so leathered
Dad's shout at lads so they foul number seven
There's no need for fighting; they're only eleven
A little introduction to the state of things

What of the woman, who stands by her fella,
Despite the bruises brought on by the Stella
To cook and to clothe and to clean and to screw
Is not the sum total of all she can do

They claim that the the threats high oh do me a favour
Control you by fear so you don't know your neighbour
Tube station at midnight and shoot them on sight
Hearts beating faster on Jubilee line

The football fans fight cos uniteds at home
As futile as bald men fighting for a comb
Adam gives Keeley what Donna give him, Keeley shags Richard then gives it to Jim

Making you aware of the state of things
A little introduction to the state of things
I'm making to sing about the state of things
Bet they don't teach you at school about the state of things

And then the woman who's there in the station
Whose White Lightning refuge is inebriation
Some wench on park bench contrasts to your cash
She's not gonna kill ya, or give you a rash

Making you aware of the state of things
A little introduction to the state of things
I'm making to sing about the state of things
Because were all ruled by fools that's the state of things
I'm telling you straight about the state of things
1-9-8-4 state of things
Cuts me wide open, the state of things
I am the reverend, I'll tell you `bout the state of things