Letra

Awake arise you drowsy sleeper Awake arise it's almost day. No time to lie, no time to slumber, No time to dream your life away. It was a gorgeous summer's morning It was a gorgeous summer's day. His cotton jacket was all he carried As he walked out to face the day. As he was walking he was wondering With a little dream as a young man will And never heard footsteps behind him By the bus stop at Tulse Hill. But from his front door they'd had him covered. They were right behind him from the start. And though the video was buggered Someone decided he looked the part. Here comes the bus, the front doors hiss He climbs aboard and so do they. And now he swings down to his seat - It's just another working day. But there was something in the air that morning As they came down to Brixton town. They sealed the station without warning - There was something going down. And so they journeyed on and onward. He called his friend just to explain How he would be late and not to worry, And so to Stockwell Tube he came ... Now he's on their cameras, he's on their radar, He's on their crackling radios, His Oyster Card is in his pocket, At 10am through the gates he goes. And down and down dropped the moving staircase, Deeper down go the others too. And through the hour glass the sand is falling - There is nothing they can do ... When the train comes in they are right beside him. Some say three and some say four, Some say the cameras they were not working As he sat down near the open door. If he'd have stopped, if he'd have listened ... Commissioner said that it was no good - He said they gave him no instructions That an innocent man could have understood. Just a Brazilian electrician - Christ only knows what he came here for. The hollow point was the ammunition. Now it's our turn now for some shock and awe... Awake arise you drowsy sleeper, Awake arise it's almost day. No time to lie, no time to slumber, No time to dream your life away. It was a gorgeous summer's morning, It was a gorgeous summer's day. His cotton jacket was all he carried As he walked out to face the day.
Writer(s): Conal James Flood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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