Pictures of the children hanging in the classroom wall,
Frankie Brown's in front of them flower among them all.
Working for the future with all his heart and soul,
Who's the one to tell him, he'll be signing on the dole
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of depression in the mirror of the bar,
The dole checks on the counter boys that didn't go too far.
Another dream has ended, another job is gone
Another factory's closing, the boss is moving on.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the minister, appearing on TV,
Rehearsing all the reasons, why the crises has to be.
The arm's race is expensive, more we cannot give,
There's money for the killing, but there's nothing left to live.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the soldier, on the memory card,
He didn't want to fight, but he didn't had a job.
Fighting for the motherland, duty must be done,
The boy who threw the petrol bomb, looked just like his son
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the children, hanging in the barracks wall
Frankie Brown's in front of them, the terror of them all.
Standing on the corner, nothing much to do,
First time he's been wanted and he's staring straight at you.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children,
from the children, of the dole.
Frankie Brown's in front of them flower among them all.
Working for the future with all his heart and soul,
Who's the one to tell him, he'll be signing on the dole
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of depression in the mirror of the bar,
The dole checks on the counter boys that didn't go too far.
Another dream has ended, another job is gone
Another factory's closing, the boss is moving on.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the minister, appearing on TV,
Rehearsing all the reasons, why the crises has to be.
The arm's race is expensive, more we cannot give,
There's money for the killing, but there's nothing left to live.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the soldier, on the memory card,
He didn't want to fight, but he didn't had a job.
Fighting for the motherland, duty must be done,
The boy who threw the petrol bomb, looked just like his son
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
Pictures of the children, hanging in the barracks wall
Frankie Brown's in front of them, the terror of them all.
Standing on the corner, nothing much to do,
First time he's been wanted and he's staring straight at you.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away
No you can't run away from the children of the dole.
But you can't run away, no you can't run away.
No you can't run away from the children,
from the children, of the dole.
inviata da The Lone Ranger - 21/5/2010 - 09:43
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