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    • Тексты песен / P / Plan B feat. John Cooper Clarke / 06 Pity the Plight

    Текст песни Plan B feat. John Cooper Clarke - 06 Pity the Plight

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    Picture the fates of young fellows
    Too long in bed with no sleep
    With their complex romantic attachments
    All look on their sorrows and weep
    They don't get a moment's reflection
    There's always a crowd in their eye
    Pity the plight of young fellows
    Regard all their worries and cry

    Their Christian mothers were lazy perhaps
    Leaving it up to the school
    Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
    And the climate oppressively cruel
    Give me one acre of cellos
    Pitched at some distant regret
    Picture the fate of young fellows
    And their anxious attempts to forget

    [Sketch]
    Speaker 1: So you're the bad man that killed Kerbie yeah?
    Speaker 2: Yeah
    1: And that little girl yeah?
    2: I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident
    1: Do you know who that girl was though?
    2: -pause- Nah
    1: That was my fucking sister
    3: Chris man, just allow it
    1: Don't tell me to fucking allow it, you don't fucking know me

    Verse 1 - Plan B
    These are the tears of a thug like murky water
    Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter
    His half sister, he felt obliged to support her
    Since her mum was poor and her dad died even poorer
    Separated until she was eight years old
    He knew as soon as he saw her that he adored her
    So now he's paying for blood with a borer
    And an automatic weapon; Smith And Wesson
    That'd split a fucking hole in your chest length

    He's been looking to corner the perpetrators responsible for a killing
    Now that he's finally got them where he wants them
    Blood will start spilling
    The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling
    The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
    Slowly crushing down on them as the terror starts progressing
    That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
    Only thirteen years old; pubescent adolescent
    About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson

    [Sketch]
    1: Here, stab him up. Do it!
    3: Jake bruv, come on..
    2: I can't, I can't do that
    1: How the fuck do you think we got here?
    How the fuck do you think I know where you live?
    He offered to kill you earlier - for me!
    2: What
    What so you set me up?!
    Fucking talk to me bruv!
    1: That's it, get mad!
    2: You fucking used me bruv!
    3: I didn't tell you to fucking kill her

    Verse 2 - Plan B
    These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
    Crying tears as thick as blood cause his elders set him up
    To take the fall and now he's stuck with no way of getting out
    Cause even if there was a way he'd still want to vent this anger out
    Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
    Young minds get corrupted and so easily fucked with
    Only leads to destruction in the end; false assumptions
    That people have your back makes you believe they're your friends
    Although some represent; no one can be trusted

    One double-O percent cause some thugs will go to lengths
    To get revenge
    Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skengs
    And do the dirty work for them
    The kind of work for men
    That route the dark has past
    Not impressionable young children that never had a chance
    Growing up in these manors most are doomed from the start
    Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts

    [Sketch]
    1:Get mad
    2:You fucking dickhead
    1:Do it
    -stabs him-

    Outro - John Cooper Clarke
    Picture the fates of young fellows
    Too long in bed with no sleep
    With their complex romantic attachments
    All look on their sorrows and weep
    They don't get a moment's reflection
    There's always a crowd in their eye
    Pity the plight of young fellows
    Regard all their worries and cry

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