Texty:
Blur Think Tank

I ain't got Nothing to be scared of No, I ain't got Nothing to be scared of No, I ain't got Anything to be scared of 'Cos I love you I was born out of

got to get it together You're shooting at me You're just a teenage industry Why are the C.I.A. having fun? They think you're clever 'Cos you've blown

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

Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset

Where's the love song to set us free Too many people down Everything turning the wrong way round And I don't know what love will be But if we stop dreaming

We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got

I got a brain in left hand drive I don't sleep other side I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen Each town I intervene A gram of reef and the barn is

: You gotta get it together You shooting at me You're just a teenage industry Bye, see ya, out having fun they keep you comatose, with blood up your

: And on the way to the club I fell down a hole all the people there said you come along(?) and I, I just wanna be, Darling' with you the music's made