Living For Yesterday

Things on the scene You need to comform to Don't know what they mean But your friends they applaud you Out of the light When the smiles off your face Your head falls into a different place A smoke and a line, Another Perroni He must be alright cos he's wearing Missoni Posing and snarling, Nothing true to say Living for yesterday Spend your monthly wage in a week Cos it just don't last And change in your bank account Is a thing of the past From the cocaine runners In those shady parts of town To the stone cold stunners Seeking porches and crowns And the thrill of knowing how to get down Tell me what is happenin' Is it me or does it all feel strange? The book is there for reading But they're lookin' at a different page Dreaming dreams of the easy life I guess it can't be tamed No cause to be concerned Cos they're just products of the game Spare a thought for the working man Has he got a say It's a life that you can't picture So you find another way Anything to pay For the games you play Living for yesterday There's somethin' to be said About the air of grace in Which they seem to stand so proud Because inside there's a fear of losing Which they'd never speak out loud If it's the flittering eyes, Or a 3'er disguise To which you hold your conversation You'll make no steps around here But you'll get your accreditation Like passing phases, They'll fade and drift away And they'll have spunked their wages And still be telling you it's all okay Dreaming dreams of the easy life I guess it can't be tamed No cause to be concerned Cos they're just products of the game Spare a thought for the working man Has he got a say It's a life that you can't picture So you find another way Anything to pay For the games you play Living for yesterday A smoke and a line Another Perroni He must be alright cos he's wearing Missoni Posing and snarling, Nothing true to say... Living for yesterday