Текст песни Scrapheap City - The Kinks
There
ain't
no
beauty
And
there
ain't
no
style,
There's
no
quality
And
there's
no
purity.
Honour's
dead
and
buried
Because
it's
unnecessary.
Look
at
all
the
people,
Why
they
all
look
the
same.
They're
walking
to
the
factory
In
their
cloth
caps
and
trilbies.
They've
got
no
style,
Ain't
it
a
pity.
They're
tearing
old
quality
down
Without
any
pity,
Now
they're
coming
to
take
me
away
To
Scrapheap
City.
They
say
that
good
manners
belong
on
a
heap,
They
say
they're
outdated
and
they're
obsolete,
And
now
they're
coming
to
take
me
away
To
Scrapheap
City.
There's
no
quality
And
there
ain't
no
style
Just
miles
and
miles
Of
Scrapheap
piles.
There's
no
quality
And
there's
no
purity.
They're
digging
up
all
of
the
flowers
Because
they
look
pretty
And
erecting
identical
concrete
monstrosities.
They're
killing
off
all
of
the
animals
too,
The
only
ones
left
are
the
ones
in
the
zoo.
Now
they're
coming
to
take
me
away
To
Scrapheap
City.
Ain't
it
a
pity,
Scrapheap
City.
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