Sunday Morning Neighbours Songtext

von Stratford Mercenaries

Standing on the long drop waiting for the hot shot everybody seems so mad. Panic setting in, I dunno where to begin to stop it all going so bad. Everybody thinks they're different, its a case of "us and them" you're knocking down all of the barriers, but you're building them up again. You've cleared out your mental garbage, now one thing stands out clear. The one thing missing from your lily white life. is a bit of bloody atmosphere, the one thing missing from your lily white life, is a bit of bloody atmosphere. Sunday morning neighbours twitching curtains, washing cars, dogs and kids all barking mad, take me to the nearest bar. If this is what's meant by 'normal', I'm glad I stepped over the line and I've taken my chance with the great unwashed, threw a spanner in the great design. So you've cleared out your mental garbage now one thing stands out clear the one thing missing from your lily white life, is a bit of bloody atmosphere the one thing missing from your quiet life, is a bit of bloody atmosphere. Standing on the long drop waiting for the hot shot everybody seems so mad. Panic setting in, I dunno where to begin to stop it all going so bad. Everybody thinks they're different, its a case of "us and them" you're knocking down all of the barriers, but you're building them up again. You've cleared out your mental garbage, now one thing stands out clear. The one thing missing from your ivory tower, is a bit of bloody atmosphere.