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Tomorrow's World

by The Slack 5

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Who are these talentless gits? We're the slack 5 And we ain't had no hits We're the slack 5 And we're unlikely to Stick around and we'll probably offend you Chorus We found out nothing you said was true Things you said you could do you could not do Then things started to get out of hand  So we said get the hell out of the band Not gonna bother the charts We're the slack 5 Take my advice and get out before the racket starts And if you've had enough We're the slack 5 Please refrain from throwing stuff
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This is the legend of the rise and fall of the plastic gangster Pennyless loanshark and self-confessed world's worst drug dealer If you try and cross me, it could be quite bad for your health And if you want some drugs, well, you can't, because I've smoke them all myself Number one gangster is all I wanna be Fuck everybody else, it's all about me Violence and fear is what keeps me on my throne I just want a manor to call my own You want some top class gear, and all I've got are filthy rotten dregs Try not to pay and I'll break your legs All mouth and trousers, now, really, really, really is my style And if you front me up, I'll run a mile, a mile, a mile, a mile MPs and Junkies all desperate to score Until the dibble came and kick in my front door I'm sorry love, I'm going down for a while This could be last time you see this toothless smile This is the fall now and this gangster's feeling frail Trying not to cause no trouble in this stinking, rotten jail When I look back at the height of my powers Now I'm too scared to bend down in the prison showers I'm stuck at home now on disability Living in a caravan, watching soaps on the TV The Mitchels, Ha! I did it all on my own But now, now it's all over, I'm left here all alone
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I'm stuck in a rut, now Taken my final bow I don't know how I've ended up in this place again Not trying to get out of it I'm just finding out whose door I should lay the blame You have all done this to me No, it's not my fault And I can't seem to face another day Where's all the success gone Can't quite believe how fast it's dripping all, slipping all away It seems like a personal slur Did nothing him or her Just tell me how I stop being a bitter man Too far back to remember I just can't recall where my very first grudge began Why, why is it me and not you? I don't know what to do Now I've stumbled and fallen and I can't get up I need a big comeback So I can make all the reasons that I'm bitter, make them all shut up
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I have been staying up late at night Trawling through internet dating sites, too I'm not quite sure what I'm looking for But I'm pretty certain it isn't you I know that I'm not exactly the next Brad Pitt But you're taking the piss First thing first, let's put that message straight in the bin Your picture made me jump out of my skin You're not the one that I need You look like you're sixty-three But you're claiming that you are twenty-two Which can't possibly be true You look as old as my nan Your profile is just a sham I've been favouriting all the ones I like But my only fan club is you I'm tired of wanking into my sock And I think I'm getting athletes cock I know that I'm not exactly the next Brad Pitt But you're taking the piss I can't be sure if that was a wink Or if you got a really bad squint Or just a lazy eye Are you sure you're not a guy? When you first appeared with your freaky grin Next thing I know you're going through my bin And breaking into my house You're lying naked on my couch
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Got to have the same trainers you've got And although I don't like it, the same tracksuit top I'm following people, not trends Blown away with my remote garage door And start my own business to be the director That's got to look good to my friends It's nothing to do with reality It's all about how things appear Can't better than me I've got to have all the best gear I need that new merc sat out on the lot And the latest watches and phones Desperate to get what my neighbours have got I've got to keep up, oh I've got to keep up with the Jones I know get all my ideas from you I'm just trying to do better than all the things you do There's no money I won't lend Impressed by people who I think are rich But for all I know they can live in a ditch On first impressions I depend It's nothing to do with reality It's all about how things appear Can't have anything better than me I've got to have all the best gear Got the stage I'm struggling I've had to start taking out loans Got the point where I'm remortgaging I've got to keep up, oh, I've got to keep up with the Jones
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What are they gonna show Hurting people they don't know Smashing windows, taking stuff Don't the taxpayers give 'em enough? The thing I'm finding quite surprising They have no reason for their own uprising No reason for the uprising And I wonder to myself What's the world come to, When the kids burn down our streets When I was 9 or 10 Playing hide and seek Or cricket in the street I really don't remember Burning people While they sleep I've got a wallet full of bricks Don't earn it Go and take it from the weak Gang kids don't seem to know They're stopping people giving them a go Threatening people, acting tough Don't they value their lives enough? The thing I'm finding quite surprising They have no reason for their own uprising No reason for the uprising And I wonder to myself What's the world come to, When the kids burn down our streets When I was 9 or 10 Playing hide and seek Or cricket in the street I really don't remember Burning people While they sleep I've got a wallet full of bricks Don't earn it Go and take it from the weak
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When I was a kid thought by the year 2000 we'd all live in space And fly our jet packs off to work Now I'm grown up and I barely even recognize this place I'm not exactly captain Kirk Compact discs and memory sticks We live in a tomorrow's world Told us this in 1986 We live in a tomorrow's world Mega bits and website hits We live in a tomorrow's world From digits to micro chips This is a tomorrow's world Back in the 60s Andy Warhol predicted 15-minute fame Now everyone's a Youtube star We've been eating spacefood now since 1976 So where the hell's my flying car
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I get up at 6 and get in the van Get on the road, I'm a hard working man Weeks and weekends, they are all the same Get up at 6 and do it all again Finishing late and then charge up the drills Do what I do just to pay the bills I get the job done, do what i've got to do 5 quid and a railcard tucked into my shoe They call me the grindstone cowboy I work my fingers to the bone All that I seem to do is work, work, work, work They call me the grindstone cowboy  Can't remember the last time I went home All that I seem to do is work, work, work, work Been working real hard, I'm dead on my feet There's no stopping now, we've got deadlines to meet Carrying kids who just run off and hide This isn't a job where you're along for the ride Pushing along, there's no time for slack  Got lead in my shoes and an aching back Don't care if its hot or a rainy day I won't let nothing get in my way
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I thought we had a good connection A relationship in the right direction But all you saw in me was D.I.Y. Then we finished the renovation We were left with no foundations You didn't even seem to try When we came home from our holiday The only thing you had to say Was just “Get out of my life” At the time I didn't really get it And said can we just take a minute To work out what's yours and mine Chorus: You were like a thief in the night Common law doesn't make it alright How could you break my heart that way How can I get my clothes clean When you've pinched my washing machine You can get out but your things can stay Getting what you could was your intention And I lost more than I care to mention You were the apple of my eye But you are a one-off creation So let me warn all the men in the nation Not to fall for your cheeky smile
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Breakdown at the side of the motorway Caught out, only 4.6 miles away Two and a half hours since we sent for the AA It's getting dark, are we gonna get home today Chorus: You need to take a hint from the light 'Cause you know we're running on empty Even though it's 4.6 miles away Never giving in to the light No, I'm sure that we've still got plenty Never take a chance on the light Stuck here now, and you're talking all the blame Spangelor, now it's started to rain Missed my dinner date, now ain't that a shame She talked too much, couldn't get a word in anyway
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I'm good at this now, no, I'm not a beginner The win that I'm having just keeps getting bigger If this makes me rich it will help me to leave her I put it on red, it should have been black Just one more go, I know that I'm a sinner Odds should be good, they just keep getting thinner Should go I out or should I go inner Put my money on this, it should have been that The wedge in my pocket just keeps getting leaner Machine that I'm playing just keeps getting meaner This fucking thing's taking me to the cleaner's It was the wrong card on the top of the pack CHORUS And after all there was always denial It's all gone wrong, and you and me are over It's the only thing I allow myself to feel Be a success on the spin of a wheel You wouldn't have left me if I was a winner You'd open your arms and invite me for dinner Begging me, “please, will you be a forgiver” Don't know when to quit, I just keep coming back I wanna give you all that your heart desired I'm feeling pumped up, I'm totally wired Bunking off work until I get fired My horse has come in with a jockeyless back Adrenaline rush at the eye of the storm, now Supposed to be working, but studying form, now I need to confess but I don't even know how All I've got left is this shirt on my back CHORUS And after all there was always denial It's all gone wrong, and you and me are over It's the only thing I allow myself to feel Be a success on the very last deal

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released December 20, 2012

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The Slack 5 are Stuart Powell, Flavio de Oliveira and Simon Nightingale, and they're bringing own their own brand of funk and jangle to wherever they're allowed to play.

Too old to die young, getting stuck in traffic and being put on hold, they're here for their own amusement.
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