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| Drab (Bloem/Vos/Chielie) download mp3 (13.304 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) In the street where I live there are flags of celebration Someone has undoubtedly just managed graduation To now step out into the world, forever to be free But the only sentiment I feel’s I’m sorry it’s not me Longing for innocence, searching a reference Sick of the ignorance lurking in the tenements In the factory I work in I get sneers of condemnation From the pack of minor faces drawn to rude pontification To now step out into the world, forever to be free And hunt the bloody earth from mountain-range to deep-blue sea Longing for innocence, seeking deliverance Sick of the hindrance plunging from the tenements Chorus: Run from me now before I run from you Hide in stupidity, my anger is true Love may be blind, but then I’ve only hatred The devil and I understand we are mated And in my spare time I grow horns for a change And after a tail, so to whip you at range Scram before I can get closer to you I may look like I’m friendly But nothing’s less true The thinking I’ve done has enlightened my mind I’ll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind Like you did me so many times in the past I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast In time I know the world will be a fair bit brighter And the burden in my head will seem a megakilo lighter But for now, the street in which I live Has nothing that may please me This just isn’t quite my kind of day I need a beer to grease me Longing for drunkenness, peace and quiet emptiness Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure And if I seem to be a trifle depressed Then remember it’s the doings of you and the rest The silent corps of working heavies who keep pestering me So dangerously they still tamper with me Longing for my weekend, a campsite and a leaky tent Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure Solo Chorus: Run from me now before I run from you Hide in stupidity, my anger is true Love may be blind, but then I’ve only hatred The devil and I understand we are mated And in my spare time I grow horns for a change And after a tail, so to whip you at range Scram before I can get closer to you I may look like I’m friendly But nothing’s less true The thinking I’ve done has enlightened my mind I’ll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind Like you did me so many times in the past I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast |