We all got our runnins chords by The Streets
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Again I step out my yard
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Head swings round,
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clocks my landlord
Start chippin' up the road cos I owe
him three- weeks dough
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Verse 2
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The ship's sinkin',
tele's on the blink
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'N' in the pub it's one
beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feedin'
Verse 3
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When the quids are down
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Try sneakin' a bottle of brandy round
bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound
Scored, Moffat,
back indoors with a profit
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'Cos they do say havin' no money forces one
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to make the right choices on life each day
If you can't pay you can't play
Verse 4
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Success hides a multitude of sins
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But I ain't successful and my
piggy- bank's still in the bin,
Been there since I was a kid
Verse 5
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Goin' round in circles,
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not being careful but say;
"I get paid on Friday,
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can't wait to live life my way"
Verse 6
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'Cos on the streets I'm just a geezer
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I gotta make ends meet, yeah?
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Gotta do what I need to
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Shit, we all got our
runnin's now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
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Gotta make ends meet, yeah?
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Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnin's now
Verse 7
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Brut pocket I'm back in the
Burassic seat again
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After spending sixty pound last
week on beers with friends
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Brought it all on myself see, granted
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Now I'm scorin' draw for everyone
to get my next spliff sorted
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Hang round mum's house
to get smothered
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Got no tins in the cupboard this week
Hold on to your seat 'cos
it's all gone a bit Pete
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Live for the moment said he
*wrong*
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Downin' beers out of my tree,
now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory
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You know things are bleak when you're tellin'
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the birds you asked out last week that things
Verse 8
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Are busy When
really you've got no
dough in the piggy
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Two days after pay day's clocked
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And it's back at The Black Dog stuffin' them socks
Interlude 1
into pool table pockets
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Verse 9
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[Chorus] I'm
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skint, got
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no moolah
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Need to get some colour in my
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cheeks says mum
That'll be my English inner city tan
I'm skinny like a woman,
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need to get some punan' through the door
*Please Sir, can I have some more?*
Oi.
Oi, lend me a tenner so I
can go to the chip- shop,
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Twenty- four garage and
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then for a quick top,
This time opting for the reassuringly
cheap option
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When the quids are down,
Verse 10
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My Schott hoodie's my
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ball gown
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My essential accessory is
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my bad day frown 'cos,
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Life in the third- class
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carriage can be evil
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When your only ticket to freedom
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is a permit to travel
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So, Uncle Shiner,
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you best go get the spade and dig me a grave
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'Cos I can't pay the rent but I got ' hundred- and- nine pound pair
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o' trainers
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on
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Verse 11
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[Chorus]
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La la la
And then this geezer turned
round to me and said
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"What are you doing, you twat"
And I was like
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"What the fuck, is this,
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what are you saying, you div?"
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Oi that's it.
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We all got our runnins
The streets
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