Where the Heart Is
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So you're off to work again, you need to make a wage
Although you kinda feel like it's a waste of days
Measuring the hours of your life in the paper made
Now your pleasure is devoured
And it's getting tedious to take the pace
I mean, you're sick of staying late
And rising early with a day to face
You know, punching numbers in a database
And pretending that you care about the day to day
These office politics, man, they're enough to make your faith decay
But this morning you were staring in
The mirror clutching your razor blade
And you noticed with a shiver that your face was grey
'Cause you realised you're actually
Pissed off when your train's delayed
And now you've got this weird feeling
That you're beginning to fade away
But it's cool, it's cool, it's cool
Because you, you've got this girlfriend
Who you've been seeing for a while now
And, yes, you love her very much, but you
Don't feel the same when she smiles now
I mean, you only make love with the lights out
And she don't really seem as on it as she was
But it's fine, I mean, now's the time for settling down
The time for making do
So you go home and you turn your brain
Off and you rent a film off pay-per-view
Sometimes you wonder what your younger self would make of you
But you're happy, in a way, you're happy
Like any of your mates from school
I mean the cooler ones, they all went and got them arts jobs
So now and again you meet them in the bar
And you watch 'em carry on like heart-throbs
And it always ends up messy, no matter how chilled out it starts off
All of a sudden you've gone and got yourself involved in a dance-off
You're like, "Oh, mate, this is great"
And rushing, but arse-off
Stood there feeling like you're on
Some kind of ride that you can't stop
Now you're in a chippy, rowing with some prick who's got a fast cock
Just another night to wake up from and laugh off
And so
And so
Just another night to wake up from and laugh off
And so
Life goes on in the bubble
With tunnel vision all week
Our weekends are for seeing double
How we ever gonna see that we're in trouble?
We're like a dog wagging its tail
Enjoying the stench of its own muzzle
And so
Life goes on in this bubble
It's tunnel vision all week
And our weekends are for seeing double
So, man, how we ever gonna see that we're in trouble?
We're like a dog wagging its tail
Expecting a treat for learning how to put on its own muzzle
Meanwhile, another you
Is walking through the city with your shoulders squared
You're like, "Man, I'm from the ends
You lot don't know the kind of load I bear"
You're looking at the people that you pass with a ferocious glare
These suits and ties just going on like they don't know you're there
You're sick of feeling insignificant
Your ambition's as brilliant as anybody else's
But your temperament is militant
'Cause every other day brings the death of an innocent
Inner city living, seeing more wakes than Finnigan
All around you is suspicion, power games and fast living
Everybody's trying to get paid
Can't even rave without someone getting stabbed over something
It's a crying shame
You're like, "Fuck the higher plane
I want a fast car and a diamond chain"
And everybody's out here trying to find their fame
They want their names to ring out like
The alarms before the sirens came
Wanna leave the people shaking like a lion's mane
'Cause they've been denied for so long
They're so sure they have a prize to claim
So is it time for grief, man? Is it time for blame?
I'll tell you, it's time for neither, it's a time for change
'Cause 'round my way young boys are given
Sentences before they even learn to size a T-shirt
And it's time to change
Time to change
Got your heart set on some new kicks, right?
Want them fresh black Nikes with the blue stitch, right?
So you've been putting in the hours, moved a few bits
You're like, "What's the point in aiming any higher?
It seems useless," and so and so
It's small victories in a city full of rubbish
Where the children are either overfed or undernourished
Where our talent's suffocated before it can be encouraged
And our true selves are completely ignored
So tell me, what's the point in hoping for more
When there are soldiers at war
And they are dying without knowing what for?
Man, all you want to do is think nothing, sit and smoke up a draw
You're going nowhere like a boat on the shore
Oblivious to the ocean, you're a token of a broken, divorced
Generation whose throats don't know the rapport
Just like everybody else, I have my rent to pay
All I'm trying to say is we're so caught up in the everyday
We've given all our strength away
And so, and so, life goes on in a bubble
Tunnel vision all week and our weekends are for seeing double
So how are we ever going to see that we're in trouble?
We're like a dog wagging its tail
Enjoying the stench of its own muzzle
And so life goes on in a bubble
Tunnel vision all week and our weekends are there for seeing double
So how are we ever going to see that we're in trouble?
Until we realise there's a lot more to life than the everyday struggle