The Adverts - Bombsite boy

Leapfrog over fences Little time, less senses Here by this railway cutting Life goes quick and it goes without warning Thats how life is in my bombsite dwelling But I dont believe you have to be an idiot To get somewhere these days I dont believe you have to sell your soul And do what everybody says Or get carried away Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray Give thanks - Im happy where I am Its just as well Well, I thank God never closed my eyes Thank God I never compromised Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy Thank God I wasnt mesmerised Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy Theres a killer in your subway An anarchist on your street Theres a breakdown on your T.V. You cant find no relief In fact no feelings at all Your war is totally internal At least Im sure that mine is on the outside Thank God I never closed my eyes Thank God I never compromised Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy Thank God I wasnt mesmerised Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy