In the sweet old country Where I come from Nobody ever works Nothing ever gets done We hang fire, we hang fire You know marrying Money is a full time
, neighbours, neighbours, neighbours Neighbours Do yourself a favour Don't you mess with my baby When I'm workin' all night You know that neighbours
you and look at me I get so scared Just to see you on the street They're living dead You're all the same, you never speak You're wrecked out now Washed
not me, it's not me, it's not me It's not me, it's not me, it's not me, stay away from me Hey you, hey you, you, you, you, you Ain't no use, ain't no
Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Twenty-four hours a day Hey, why don't you
Watching girls go passing by It ain't that latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls go passing
, baby, baby, yeah I wanna tell you something, yeah I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Yeah, I'm worried 'bout you, woman, oh yeah I'm worried about you
the day when we'll never stop, never stop Never, never, never stop Tough me up Never stop, never stop You, you, you make a grown man cry You, you make a dead man come You, you
be praised Ooh, you're my saving grace Ooh, saving grace Nothing will harm you Nothing will stand in your way Nothing, nothing Nothing will stop you
come on I'll make you a star I'll take you a million miles from all this Put you on a pedestal Come on, come on Have you ever heard those opening lines? You
I know why She's my little rock n' roll My tits and ass with soul baby She's my little rock n' roll She's my little rock n' roll You got to shock them
: Do it, do it, do it, do it Don't wanna be your slave Twenty four hours a day Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket Get something to eat
: In the sweet old country where I come from Nobody ever works Yeah nothing gets done We hang fire, we hang fire You know marrying money is a full
baby Look at you and look at me I get so scared Just to see you on the street They're living dead Your all the same, you never speak Your wrecked
worried, I just can't seem to find my way, baby I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Tell you something now Worried 'bout you, child Worried 'bout you
onto neighbors what you do to yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors Do yourself a favour Don't you
on I'll make you a star I'll take you a million miles from all this Put you on a pedestal Come on, come on Have you ever heard those opening lines You
: Watching girls go passing by It ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls go
