Tekster:
Style Council The Home Abroad

The lords and ladies pass a ruling That sons and girls go hand in land From good stock and the best breeding Paid for by the servile class Who have been

on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that I?m not - And I?ve tried on my own, now there?s nothing to keep me at home, Like my

Don't get settled in this place, The Lodger's terms are in disgrace. No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor They're batting on pickets - trying

If you believe you have an equal share In the whole wide world and all it bears An? that your share is no less or more than Your fellow sisters and brother

dropped to my knees and prayed I said oh heavenly thing - please cleanse my soul, I?ve seen all on offer and I?m not impressed at all. I was halfway home