Текст песни Postcode Love - Contraband

Wake up in the morning with a burning desire to succeed
Sit down at the breakfast table with a hungry stomach to feed
Race to work, clock in with a few minutes to spare
Just another number on a production line with bum love here
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estate
Life lives on, past its sell-by date
Yet romance seems to thrive in chaos
On everything useless you'll be a dead loss
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estate
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estate
Dead plaster, burnt-out cars behind a school showing no shame
A knee-tremmer at the touch of his love with no name
Evenings on a pebble-dash estate is a drag and a deal
A system pecking order in life so hand many will get real
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estate
Life lives on, past its sell-by date
Yet romance seems to thrive in chaos
On everything useless you'll be a dead loss
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estate
Postcode love on a pebble-dash estateGet back home late
Missing the old man's
Hundred watt shout
A couch potato
Stuck in a chair
And can't get out
Beer cans roll around the floor
Fat butts fill the ashtray
A pebbledash ewing
World affairs
Oh what more is there to say?
Postcode love
On a pebbledash estate
Find babes all past their sell by date
Get thrown rants
Find in chaos of everything useless
You'll be a dead loss
Postcode love
On a pebbledash estate
Postcode love
On a pebbledash estate