You Gotta Life by The Brotherhood Lyrics
The time is 3am, when? The date is 6th of June, 1962
Lets measure the worth, at the birth of you
Let me take you to, the pre-natal center
Time for you to enter, ripping from placenta
The way that it was meant'a, sent from God's miracle
Screaming from your mum's mouth, huggin on umbilical
Pinnacle exist, twist the photo lens
Now your dad's taking photos for his friends
Ends justify the means, rip your momma cleans
Smack the baby's bottom, splash the blood upon the screens
Scenes of love and life, man and wife, why?
You the baby boy and now the apple of your mum's eye
Inside back at home got you cozy like the womb
Got the Captain Caveman painting and wallpaper on your room
Soon, your growing up a million years past the door
Got you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor
All awestruck, don't want ya trip up, so your daddy buys you Docs
Shaves your head from baby locks
Time tocks, papa wants to pass on his legacy
Exercise conditions, so the idea is hereditary
Apple of his eye, choking Adam's throat
So your father starts to dote on his great white hope
Nope, you were just a nappy wearing dribbler
But daddy's got ideas of his own little Hitler....
Chorus: 4X
Ya gotta life...
Ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya?
Verse Two:
Six years old, now you on the street playing footie
Dad will teach you how to sweep, but don't play with Mr. Sooty
Goodie goodie gum drops, daddy loves scotch
Always drunk on the job so his style's always botch
Swatch, another twelve years in the void
Feels like four score and ten that your dads unemployed and annoyed
Sitting in the front room bitter
Screaming how the immigrants have done him right up in the shitter
Gary Glitter, there's noone left in my gang, my gang
All the jobs are taken by the Buddha or the yin and yang
Slang enough abuse through the windows at the passers
Shouting cut your hair to the paddies and the rastas
Now he has ta' take a drink cause he's parky
Tellin' you your mom just run off with a darkie
Took the car keys, left him there without his dinner
Crying 'Oh' to his lord, why is she such a sinner
Head spinner, now you dancing dazed and confused
Can't make your own desicion cause your mind has been abused
Used, now you try to make your own choice
You try to open your mouth but you ain't got your own voice
Poised on the edge with the broken role model
No longer protected by the days of a swaddle
Mind boggle, make you ohh make you ahh
You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya...
Chorus: 4X
Verse Three:
Oh, so now the shit's hit the fan
Out on your own, try to act like a man
Damn, who's anointing bitterness and blame
Pointing all the fingers to the ones who ain't the same
Aim your anger fighting tooth and nail to the cross
Undirected mind in the shadow of a swas'
Lost, cause you got no place to go
Slow, stifling the earth got no space to grow
No, all you think of is your broken family
Signed subscriptions, pay your money to the BNP
You're on a Yid bashing romp
Circumstance and pomp and you do the Nazi stomp
From whence did you come do you think?
Became your daddy’s clone in the speed of a blink
If there was any good there, it must have gone through ya
Ya gotta life, but don’t know how to live it do ya…
Chorus 4X
Lets measure the worth, at the birth of you
Let me take you to, the pre-natal center
Time for you to enter, ripping from placenta
The way that it was meant'a, sent from God's miracle
Screaming from your mum's mouth, huggin on umbilical
Pinnacle exist, twist the photo lens
Now your dad's taking photos for his friends
Ends justify the means, rip your momma cleans
Smack the baby's bottom, splash the blood upon the screens
Scenes of love and life, man and wife, why?
You the baby boy and now the apple of your mum's eye
Inside back at home got you cozy like the womb
Got the Captain Caveman painting and wallpaper on your room
Soon, your growing up a million years past the door
Got you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor
All awestruck, don't want ya trip up, so your daddy buys you Docs
Shaves your head from baby locks
Time tocks, papa wants to pass on his legacy
Exercise conditions, so the idea is hereditary
Apple of his eye, choking Adam's throat
So your father starts to dote on his great white hope
Nope, you were just a nappy wearing dribbler
But daddy's got ideas of his own little Hitler....
Chorus: 4X
Ya gotta life...
Ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya?
Verse Two:
Six years old, now you on the street playing footie
Dad will teach you how to sweep, but don't play with Mr. Sooty
Goodie goodie gum drops, daddy loves scotch
Always drunk on the job so his style's always botch
Swatch, another twelve years in the void
Feels like four score and ten that your dads unemployed and annoyed
Sitting in the front room bitter
Screaming how the immigrants have done him right up in the shitter
Gary Glitter, there's noone left in my gang, my gang
All the jobs are taken by the Buddha or the yin and yang
Slang enough abuse through the windows at the passers
Shouting cut your hair to the paddies and the rastas
Now he has ta' take a drink cause he's parky
Tellin' you your mom just run off with a darkie
Took the car keys, left him there without his dinner
Crying 'Oh' to his lord, why is she such a sinner
Head spinner, now you dancing dazed and confused
Can't make your own desicion cause your mind has been abused
Used, now you try to make your own choice
You try to open your mouth but you ain't got your own voice
Poised on the edge with the broken role model
No longer protected by the days of a swaddle
Mind boggle, make you ohh make you ahh
You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya...
Chorus: 4X
Verse Three:
Oh, so now the shit's hit the fan
Out on your own, try to act like a man
Damn, who's anointing bitterness and blame
Pointing all the fingers to the ones who ain't the same
Aim your anger fighting tooth and nail to the cross
Undirected mind in the shadow of a swas'
Lost, cause you got no place to go
Slow, stifling the earth got no space to grow
No, all you think of is your broken family
Signed subscriptions, pay your money to the BNP
You're on a Yid bashing romp
Circumstance and pomp and you do the Nazi stomp
From whence did you come do you think?
Became your daddy’s clone in the speed of a blink
If there was any good there, it must have gone through ya
Ya gotta life, but don’t know how to live it do ya…
Chorus 4X