Battery in Your Leg (Includes "Me, White Noise")

Is this is a ballad for the good times So put a battery in your leg Put a rock beat over anything Get it stuck there in your head You can be with me I got nothing to rely on I've broken every bone Everybody's stopped believing But you know you're not alone You can be with me Is this is a ballad for the good times And all the dignity we had Don't get caught up on the evil things You ain't coming back You can be with me If you wanna be You can be with me Oi You're a little mug ya' little tart No education Everybody comes in and out the room They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out That's right, no-one's hurt You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they? Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff Like, you know what I mean Don't ya', you know, you know well what I mean But I ain't moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that 'Cause like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football You kick a football, everybody kicks a football I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit Fair enough And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate, " You know you get down now, and you look at the wall And what does the wall say to ya? I ain't a mirror, fuck off That's the way it goes It's true though innit? Think about it Don't stall man, I've got houses to build And then you move, move, move, move And you push, push, push, push And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself Why am I here? I'm here because I've got no fucking choice And furthermore Furthermore You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Can we stop now? Please? Don't even know you're innocent And there's a lot of snides out there Wanting to have a little pop at your life But they're wrong Nah, they're just nasty You know, I've lived all my friggin' life, right, trying to do it right And like, it's impossible I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah, I wouldn't I can't get it out you know What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't But this is it man, this ain't America for fuck's sake All I wanna know is how people get in and I want them to get on But I don't want everyone blowing each other off If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up That's the way I feel, you know on the underground train You get on an underground train You get on an underground train Off you go Zhoom, you're in Holborn Bosh, you're in Covent Garden Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright Everybody's alright No-one does that much to each other And then you move, move, move, move And you push, push, push, push And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself Why am I here? I'm here because I've got no fucking choice And furthermore Furthermore You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead! It's me, White Noise Me, White Noise Me, White Noise Me, White Noise Me, White Noise Understand?