It's common knowledge there's always one exception
Not quite a part of the crowd
He tries so hard, just to laugh in the right places
But he knows it's just not funny
He has this feeling, he just knows it
They don't like him 'cos he's different
He knew all about the no-go areas
But he went there just the same
He was washed up and left for dead
Nobody told him he was just not wanted
It got so cold after midnight
Oh yeah
Don't want the money
He just wants the fame
There's something driving him inside
His friends don't like him
'cos they think that he's so stupid
So he just goes out on his own
He saw a movie that night and it moved him
It was just like his life story
But he got jumped by some thugs
On the way home
No-one came to his rescue
He was washed up and left for dead
Nobody told him he was just not wanted
It gets so cold after midnight
Oh yeah
Night after night he's out biting the pavement
Hurt his hands clapping for the group
He can't dance, but he can certainly cause trouble
Yeah, ah -ooh
He was washed up and left for dead
Nobody told him he was just not wanted
It gets so cold after midnight
Oh yeah
Spendi venti carte pur di entrare in discoteca
a cercare una ragazza che ti faccia una sega
col sorriso idiota e la tua faccia d cretino
ti trascini in pista come un vero ballerino
poi col vestitino ben lavato e ben stirato
guardi le ragazze con il tuo fare un po' scazzato
poi paghi da bere con i soldi di papÃ
Sei solo uno schiavo nelle mani del sistema
il sabato in discoteca e il giorno dopo in chiesa
tu ti senti un uomo e affoghi nelle tue nottate
ingoi birra e pillole drogate
Sposare una cubista è la tua grande aspirazione
conoscere albertino la tua massima emozione
ti senti come Brandon di Beverly Hills
un soldato nelle mani di Molella megamix
non ami le ragazze se non sono fotomodelle
se non te la danno subito e non "mangian le pastelle"
radio sempre a palla fissa su radio dee-jay
Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun
"una bestemmia urlata contro le geometrie del buon comportamento umano"
"Queste so' le marionette di 'sta brutta sceneggiata...
...e alla fine,lo confessso,'stu presepe a me mi piace.perchè coi pupazzili fermi tutto tace...
...e c'è l'utopia di una città di pace."
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