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letra de postcodes (for people who will not arrest me) - the smith street band

i’ve been dreaming of, s-x, drugs and violent retribution
of sound and noise pollution
the forgotten revolution
i’m not singing a solution i’m just, trying to get something done
these songs about friends and times they were few
songs about the future and of course
a line or two, for each of you
and i, i miss dying, coughing up blood and flying
and if you stay sane with both feet on the floor
what were you always kicking up dust for?

and i don’t wanna work no more
no i don’t wanna work no more
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me

i hope we live on through postcodes
’cause only god knows where next i’ll go
and i’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
and girls that i barely know

i’ve been looking up
not at much but it’s enough
there’s hope in homelessness, home in being hopeless
and the winds fly in from the coast
remind us to make the most of every chance we get to dance with ghosts of alphabets
and as he wrapped his hands around my neck
all i could see was you touch his leg
and neither makes me all that eager
’cause it won’t be too long til my body is gone

and i don’t wanna work no more
no i don’t wanna work no more
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me

i hope we live on through postcodes
’cause only god knows where next i’ll go
and i’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
and girls that i barely know

when men get older they laugh less
even dogs wag their tail when they’re close to death
but i’m going down with my hands by my sides
eyes open wide, and a puppy dog smile
and we’re not all that fast
what we lack in speed we make up with complete disregard for sleep

and i don’t wanna work no more
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me
i’m gonna make you so proud of me

i hope we live on through postcodes
’cause only god knows where next i’ll go
and i’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
and girls that i barely know

i hope we live on through timezones
’cause only god knows where next i’ll go
and i’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
and girls, girls that i barely know

- the smith street band

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