bomb site boy

Leapfrog over fences.
Little time, less senses.
Here by this railway cutting.
Life goes quick and it goes without warning.
Thats how life is in my bombsite dwelling.
But I dont believe you have to be an idiot.
To get somewhere these days.
I dont believe you have to sell your soul,
And do what everybody says,
Or get carried away.
Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray.
Give thanks -
Im happy where
I am. Its just as well.
Well, I thank
God I never closed my eyes.
Thank God
I never compromised.
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
Thank God
I wasnt mesmerized.
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.
Theres a killer in your subway.
An anarchist on your street.
Theres a breakdown on your
T.V. You cant find no relief.
In fact no feelings at all.
Your war is totally internal.
At least Im sure that mine is - on the outside.
I can thank
God I never closed my eyes.
Thank God
I never compromised.
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy.
Thank God
I wasnt mesmerized.
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy.