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When I hear... the sound of concrete and steel
I sense a rythm, that science can't feel
I feel the beat... of our hearts as one
I hold your colour, when my vision is gone
This power is something but the force is blind
Transmitted through a network, of your own kind
As minutes tick away... and days become years
I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tears
And the kids on the street
And the kids everywhere
And all I gotta say is the kids don't care
When i hear...
I sense a rythm...
I feel the beat...
I hold your colour...
When you've got me running and you stop my machine
You try to tell me something, that has never been
When you stop me running, with my own pack
You know you've got me swearing that I'll get my own back
And the kids on the street
And the kids everywhere
And all I gotta say is the kids don't care
When I hear... the sound of concrete and steel
I sense a rythm, that science can't feel
I feel the beat... of our hearts as one
I hold your colour, when my vision is gone
This power is something but the force is blind
Transmitted through a network, of your own kind
As minutes tick away... and days become years
I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tears
And the kids on the street
And the kids everywhere
And all I gotta say is the kids don't care
- Album:
- The Killing Dream
- All Out Attack
- Voice Of A Generation
- Miscellaneous
- Guitar Heroes: Rock Of The 80s
- Carry On Oi!
- Blitzed - An All Out Attack
- The Punk Years: 1983
- The Complete Singles Collection
- The Best Of Blitz
- The Indie Years : 1983
- All Out Blitz: The Very Best Of
- Oi! The Tin
- Seeds IV: Punk
- Oi! The Singles Collection, Volume 3
- The Complete Blitz Singles Collection
- Punk Singles & Rarities 1980-83
- Voice of a Generation: The No Future Years
- The Best of Punk and Disorderly
- Burning Ambitions: A History of Punk