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Tekstovi: John Waite. Union Jack.

Missin' at school, bustin' the rules, hates everything in sight
Needs some new shoes, dad's on the booze, she's never there
Far away kid, all on his own, can't tell the wrong from right
Thin as a rake, tough as a nail tonight, tonight
Here are your hopes for the future you'll see
If you hang 'round the neck of a loser like me

There's no one else in your life, you don't need anyone
Come with me in the night, I will give you the matches
I will make you complete, won't you please come with me?
I won't ask you again, I can give you the hopes of a younger man

In the night, we can hear, I'm your friend and what's more
I will give you what you've been looking for
Yes, I can give you what you've been looking for
Should I run, should I take it, should I go or should I stay?
Who shall I admire in this game that we play?

I wanna be somebody someday, living my life away
But I can't find a job, I can't pay the rent
Police are always breathing down my neck
And there's no way out, there's no way out no more

Under this flag, we're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave and there's no way back
We are the obeyer, we are the law
In stained boots, a knify blue, hello, hello, hello

With fire in my heart and you along beside me
We'll burn down all the schools
The torment and nothing better than to live by all the rules
Made by the rules, ain't classes so?
The scales are just as stiff and the flavor of the growin' mart

Under this flag, we're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave and there's no way back
We are the obeyer, we are the law
In stained boots, a knify blue, hello, hello, hello

With fire in my heart and you along beside me
We'll burn down all the schools
The torment and nothing better than to live by all the rules
Made by the rules, ain't classes so?
The scales are just as stiff and the flavor of the growin' mart

Under this flag, we're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave and there's no way back
Under this flag, we're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave and there's no way back tonight
Here are your hopes for the future you'll see
You're like me, we're all Union Jacks

Waite, John