Texty písní Joan Armatrading

Joan Armatrading

Something's Gotta Blow

Smell of a man

Smell of musk

The noise of the train

From morning till dusk

The up escalator broken down

The clothes on my back

Look like they were taken out of the laundry basket

To weary to wash

To weary to wash

Now there's hordes of people

Pushing and shoving

Sizzling noises coming out of their ears

Hold on to the strap

Or hold on to a stranger

Hope that stranger's day has not been too hard

Aggression builds up

When the going is slow

And you're packed like sardines

Something's gotta blow

Something's gotta blow

When you work so hard

And the sweat pours down on you

Something's gotta blow

When your pay don't match

The work you slave

And the pain you get

Something's gotta blow

Please stand on the right

So I can pass on the left

Cos Something's gotta blow

Something's gotta blow

Something's gotta blow

Dodging the fare

Ain't worth the crime

Think of your loved ones

Whilst you're doing your time

Being met at the station

No better thrill

Than that 4x4 cruiser

Coming over the hill

Bringing love and relief

From the noise and the heat

From the suicide jumpers

From that head nodding sleep

From the smell of burgers

And the rustling of sweets

Someone lend me your phone

So I can say which train to meet

Let me say which train to meet

Something's gotta blow

When you work so hard

And the sweat pours down on you

Something's gotta blow

When your pay don't match

The work you slave

And the pain you get

Something's gotta blow

Please stand on the right

So I can pass on the left

Cos something's gotta blow

Something's gotta blow