THE SUNDAY DRIVERS "ON MY MIND"
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
there's a thing that I can't explain
and I'm quiet, yes I'm quiet, very quiet, really quiet
most of my time
People talk to people
go and make them shush,
can you stand them talking
superficial guff?
Our communication
is going down a lot
but it is really not my fault
you spoil it when you talk
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
there's a thing that I can't explain
and I'm quiet, yes I'm quiet, very quiet, really quiet
most of my time
You say I was a good friend
and I have gone downhill,
honestly, I don't know
if you were so to me
Can you understand me?
can you hear me shout?
If you don't understand me
leave me in my cloud
Talking of life I'm not to keen,
sometimes I face it sometimes I cry, cry, cry
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
there's a thing that I can't explain
and I'm quiet, yes I'm quiet, very quiet, really quiet
most of my time
Talking of life I'm not to keen,
sometimes I face it sometimes I hide, hide, hide
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
there's a thing that I can't explain
and I'm quiet, yes I'm quiet, very quiet, really quiet
most of my time
On my mind
on my mind
yes I'm quiet
really quiet
HARD-FI "TIED UP TOO TIGHT"
Oh where I come from
I just don't conform
Get me out of here!
Leave the boredom behind
Wanna see those bright lights
Get this thing in gear, yeah
So we'll ride in my car
Follow the star
Drive on into town
With the stereo lit
Take the great West road out
Nothing can bring me down
You get your boots on...
You get your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na)
Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na)
Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na)
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us! (Na na na na na na)
We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na)
Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na)
Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
Tied up too tight!
Wa-ah-ah-ah-ahah
Tell me can you feel it
Feel the city breathing
Feel its beating heart
No superstition
Just cold ambition
It's time to make a mark
Oh...
You get your boots on...
You get your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na)
Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na)
Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na)
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us! (Na na na na na na)
We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na)
Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na)
Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
Tied up too tight!
Tied up too tight...
Tied up too tight...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na)
Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na)
Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na)
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us! (Na na na na na na)
We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na)
Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na)
Can't you feel the blood rush, baby
Tied up too tight!
Tied up too tight...
Tied up too tight...