john cooper clarke - missing persons lyrics
silence breaking into metre at seven forty-five
a game of squash with a rubber cosh is a bit like being alive
walking in and out of rooms i’ve made it my career
i’m with it, white, well to do, what’ve i got to fear
dance routines with chicken queens give me square-bashed feet
i like my music military, i like my women neat
i like my arians well defined, i’d like to make that clear
i’m white, with it, well to do, what’ve i got to fear
soap suds, soap operas, hard lines, makes babies sick
why can’t life be run on the lines of an edgar l-stgarden fl!ck
an ideal home where raincoats appear and disappear
you think you’re in the pink, you say you’re in the clear
missing persons p-ssed me by, nothing to do with me
we don’t see eye to eye, we get from a to b
i’m not an ex-spick, wop or jew, no dago n-gga queer
i stay with it, white, well, wouldn’t you, what have i got to fear
the hungry man needs a filthy bad mouth, practice in malarcky
i say how sorry i am and blame an indies darkey
from the man in the street, the man in the know, man in the iron mask
need i answer your questions, need you f-cking ask
you want someone to sh-t on you, please let me volunteer
i’m with it, white, well to do, what have i got to fear
and my voice echoes nuremburg, every time i speak
i’m a curiosity, an atrocity, an antique
watch it brother midnight, my blacklist makes it clear
if you’re not with it, white, well to do, there’s nothing for you here
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