3. ROLLERS PF BEDLAM - SWEET GOODBYE

2. ROLLERS OF BEDLAM - THE BROOK

1. ROLLERS OF BEDLAM - BRITISH SUMMER RAIN

Living Poor With Kings

Jealousy and envy, girl that's just bad energy
that jealousy and envy, girl that's just bad energy
I'm sinister but friendly, girl you will remember me
but Jealousy and envy, girl that's just bad energy

She likes, white wine, night time prosecco
She likes to squat beside a park car
Big lines, quick fucks, now get out 
and that's her idea of a nice time
Well... goodnight

Guitar Solo

Well first we're meeting and now we're greeting
and now she's leaving and now we're feeling
Is love a feeling? Oh love's a feeling
You know the feeling
When love's the feeling
I love the feeling, the feeling of love but...

Jealousy and envy, girl that's just bad energy
that Jealousy and envy, girl that's just bad energy
I'm sinister but friendly, girl you will remember me
but all that energy get that away from me

Guitar Solo 

She likes, white wine, night time prosecco
She likes to squat beside a park car
Big lines, quick fucks, now get out
and that's her idea of a nice time
So... goodnight

Bedlam City

Jealousy And Envy

Guitar Solo

And I said okay, your smile reminds of cocaine
and British summer rain, British summer rain, British summer rain

And she said okay, I didn't ask you to marry me
Why would you marry me? 
I am walking casualty, I'm in tune with insanity
I play the flute for my cavalry
MEN MARCH

And I'll be okay, the people are so strange
People are so strange
In what way?
In every single way and in every single place
and then they change from day to day

And I'll be okay, her smile reminds of cocaine
and British summer rain, British summer rain, British summer rain

And all the leaves on the trees
And all the birds that come tweet
Can you hear the wind just come breeze?
It puts my mind just at ease

Cos all the streets and concrete
And all the sirens that scream
It puts my mind in retreat
It put my minds in retreat

Guitar Solo 

Oh the violence of men
Watcfh me phleghm in the Thames
Can you hear the silence of Ben?
And Polka dots on her dress

Cos we dress to impress
but all the scarfs that I left, that I left
In the rain, in the rain

Guitar Solo

No retreat, No surrender

And I'll be okay, your smile reminds of cocaine
and British summer rain, British summer rain
I'm so strange, we're so strange, you are so strange

British Summer Rain (2020 version)

On my kids, hey brother, any cash... I can borrow?
Go on look for it, you know I'm good for it
and I love ya, and it's summer
Done a runner... done a runner, through the summer
Bro I love ya... done a runner, through the summer

Can I stay on your sofa? I owe ya
No, I won't show my boner when your Mrs walks in
I am not a snake, not a cobra, a boa
Oh just calm down, have a drink, let's have one more drag
Oh Joe you slag

Guitar Solo

Intervention, Intervention time again
Intervention, Intervention time again
I just came up with my invention
Get plastered and travel through time
and every time I pass you by
It's never Hi, it's always why, it's always bye
Intervention, Intervention time again
Intervention, Intervention time again

Hey sister, how I miss ya? Where's the mister?
Let's get a couple cans out of fridge
Girl let's catch up, my eyes snatch up the dinner money left for the kids
Oh no...

Guitar Solo

Twelve chairs round a table, you're not able, you're not able to think for your
Twelve chairs round a table, he's not able, he's not able to think for her
Twelve chairs round a table, he's not able, he's not able to think for his
Twelve chairs round a table, he's not able, he's not able to think for myself

Intervention

Sheila, Sheila, Sheila
Ahhh ahh ah ahh owww
Sheila, Sheila

Every night I go to sleep
I can't forget your words
I toss and turn in the night
I can't stop thinking about that curse

Oh Sheila, Sheila, Sheila
Ahhh ahh ah ahh owww
Oh Sheila, Sheila, Sheila, Oh Sheila, Sheila

She wants to go to a Rollers gig
Most love us, but some say shit!
I just wanna give you my all
Sheila knows that I'm a fool for Sheila
I love ya!

Oh Sheila
Ahh ahh ah ahh ahh owww
I am like a dog with a bone
I can't leave her alone

Guitar Solo

She's just looking a place to stay
No money oh she won't pay
I know her life is just one big fall
but Sheila knows that I'm a fool for Sheila
I love ya!

Oh Sheila
Ahhh ahh ah ahh ahh owww
I'm like a dog with a bone
I can't leave her alone

Sheila, Sheila

Sheila

And it's 4 AM at the station, at Camden Town
She says I'm so predictable
Well that's a change
Got me thinking now what I got to say
What I got to do
Vicky line to Brixton
on a holiday just to nick some fruit
Through the market to the cemetery
Bad tendencies... no therapy... those memories... I love those memories

And everything just looks so different when I'm with you my love
And everyone looks at me different when I'm with you my love
And everything just looks so different when I'm with you my love
And everyone looks at me different when I'm with you my love

My love, my drug, my love, my love
My love...

And there's couple things that I gotta say
Oh you are Shoreditch and Holloway
Got a couple of brothers and she got her hair coloured
and she's got them tatoos where you want them placed
I hate it, I love it, I'm tight on a budget
Oh rope round like fuck it and down in a bucket
Don't sniff it, first cut it, oh what's the matter
Some do some for pain
Some do some for chatter
On the left there jus clowns, on the right there jus wankers
Stagger lee out the cab yeah she fucked off with me

Guitar Solo

Out the cab yeah she fucked off from me

Bass Solo

My love, my love oohh

Now it's 7:15 at the station, at Clapham South
I'm tired alone and drunk and miserable
How typical, got me thinking what I gotta say
For you, for you to come and love me the same

My love, my love, my drug

4 AM

Love, Pubs, Drugs
that's everything sweet
Drown my liver by the river with anything neat and tidy
Stuck my hand out for no hand out, just so maybe she will reach, 
Maybe he'll reach, maybe they'll reach
And the water's fucking dirty, I don't live by a beach
Crisp packets, empty cans and a bottle of bleach

Bedlam City
Oh what a pity the life I live
It can be so shitty, unless I got a spliff or a sip of my drink
Not a good way to think... Well, maybe I don't think

Welcome to the show of the city
But all you ever do is show pity
So let me take your coats... and your wallets
I said, welcome to the show of the city
But all you ever do is show pity
And you don't give a fuck about me

Love, Pubs, Drugs
and everything sweet
Drown my liver by the river with anything neat and tidy
Stuck my hand out for no hand out, just so maybe she will reach,
Maybe he'll reach, maybe they'll reach
And the water's fucking dirty, I don't live by a beach
Crisp packets, empty cans and a bottle of bleach

Bass Solo

Bedlam City
Oh what a pity the life I live
It can be so shitty, unless I got a spliff or a sip of my drink
Not a good way to live
Look, Don't give a fuck what you think
Don't give a fuck what you think

Rollers Of Bedlam

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