Hit the Ground Running Songtext
von The Selecter

Postman rings your bell
He′s got a fistful of bills
You're wondering how to pay
Nothing seems to go your way
You′re breathing way too fast
A problem shared is often halved
Don't let the rot set in
But all your wheels in a spin

Burn, burn, burn, burn
Hit the ground running
Don't wait for your turn
Hit the ground running


Leave less, come through the door
Offering to help the poor
The more you get is free
Like losing in the lottery
You work for zero hours
Why give away all power?
Don′t let the rot set in
But all your wheels in a spin

Burn, burn, burn, burn
Hit the ground running
Don′t wait for your turn
Hit the ground running

The rigmaroles of life
Makes you wanna run away
Escape, escape from reality
And as you strive to do your best
And you detest the rest
You know, it's all to do with your personality

Evading bedroom tax
Among the concrete and glass
Won′t make the money last
Don't let them put you out to grass
Live under counter culture
Where people live like vultures
Feeding on their misery
But shouting fight is not for me


So, burn, burn, burn, burn
And hit the ground running
Don′t wait for your turn
You better hit the ground running
I said, burn, burn, burn, burn
You better hit the ground running
Don't wait for your turn
No, hit the ground running