اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I read a lot of things I've seen in the papers
And they went right through my head
Robbers and killers and midnight rapers
Who will get you in your bed
The world's not safe for living in
There's too much hate and too much sin
Got to get help from the new world shapers
Or it might just be too late
Gimme a line on the telephone
Come on baby, don't make it alone
No-where to run, no-where to hide
Can't stop you doping, you still think I'm joking, such a shame
You know I love you, I'm thinking of you, you and me
I heard a lot of tales about heavenly dopers
Who are trying to make a break
Know a lot of folk who are daily smokers
'Cause they just can't take it straight
Reality can be a strain
There's too much hate and too much pain
Got to get some help or the air will choke us
Or it might soon be too late
Know we've got problems with the air
Too many people who never care
No-where to run, no-where to hide
Can't stop you dying, I'm still gonna keep on trying, such a shame
Hang on to your life
