Stratford Blues Songtext
von Stratford Mercenaries

Maybe it′s because I'm wiser and older but I don′t stop looking over my shoulder. On my way it's an easy proposition but with a little bit of something I can turn it to sedition. It's easy to ignore one voice in the crowd so I′ll crank a load on, scream out loud no time to be nice, no time to be polite and I can′t hang around for the lightning to strike. So don't you offer me salvation goody - goody with your ego masturbation don′t you offer me oppression I've seen it, I don′t need another lesson. Feeling unsteady as I'm coming out the Eddy I don′t use a gun but fingers're always ready 'cause the geezers on the corner want to give it some grief well maybe its time I raised a fist for my beliefs. I′m pacifist but I won′t be abused for wanting life where compassion rules. Turn the cheek and you get it cut they say "I love you", then they rip out your guts. And all you want is a little affection, so turn your head face a new direction. So don't you offer me solution fuck you and your spraycan revolution don′t you offer up oppression, we've seen it. And another punk hero takes to the stage bouncing up and down in well - rehearsed rage. Knows the good words and puts them to effect but what does that front of his really protect? A spunker that would sell us down the river for a fiver then dance on the ashes as the only survivor, he talks about how bad things are from the comfort of the company car. So don′t you offer us solution fuck you and your armchair revolution don't you talk about oppression we′ve had it, we don't need another lesson. Maybe its because I'm wiser and older but I don′t stop looking over my shoulder. On your own it′s an easy proposition but with a little bit of something we can turn it to sedition. It's easy to ignore your voice in the crowd, so crank a load on, scream out loud there′s no time to be polite, no time to be nice and we can't hang around for the lightning to strike.