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| Mark Tindall - Don't Want To Be Like You | |
| Title: | Don't Want To Be Like You |
| Artist: | Mark Tindall +62 songs |
| Genre: | Rock : Rock General |
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Don't Want To Be Like You
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 175 (249,378 songs currently listed in Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 40 (56,023 songs currently listed in Rock > Rock General)
» highest in sub-genre: # 40 (56,023 songs currently listed in Rock > Rock General)
Lyrics
Feel the angst, feel the pain
You’re alive and death’s a stain
Hate, grief real despair
Love ain’t found anywhere
Fear, doubt, sign of the time
Impatience now, white collar crime
TV news from downtown pub
Shock jock radio by a grub
Worry warts wear life down
Rorting by political clowns
My personal space is in your face
CH:
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t want to be like you
Cybercriminal hidden crime
Ethics left in your behind
Terrorist bombing plane highjack
Petty drug thief dazed carjack
Drink, drive, DUI
Smile at the camera in the sky
Illiterate scumbag real mean looks
Rumble now is on the books
Violent images in my face
Noxious thug put in his place
My personal space is in your face
Barking orders of what to think
Don’t tell me that I shouldn’t drink
I got a gutful, I’m fed up
I really wish that you’d shut up
Give it a break, give it a rest
Put a sock in it you serial pest
Yes, you’re right, pigs might fly
You’d believe any silly lie
You wouldn’t know north from south
Bull sh** flowing from your mouth
My personal space is in your face
You’re alive and death’s a stain
Hate, grief real despair
Love ain’t found anywhere
Fear, doubt, sign of the time
Impatience now, white collar crime
TV news from downtown pub
Shock jock radio by a grub
Worry warts wear life down
Rorting by political clowns
My personal space is in your face
CH:
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t want to be like you
Cybercriminal hidden crime
Ethics left in your behind
Terrorist bombing plane highjack
Petty drug thief dazed carjack
Drink, drive, DUI
Smile at the camera in the sky
Illiterate scumbag real mean looks
Rumble now is on the books
Violent images in my face
Noxious thug put in his place
My personal space is in your face
Barking orders of what to think
Don’t tell me that I shouldn’t drink
I got a gutful, I’m fed up
I really wish that you’d shut up
Give it a break, give it a rest
Put a sock in it you serial pest
Yes, you’re right, pigs might fly
You’d believe any silly lie
You wouldn’t know north from south
Bull sh** flowing from your mouth
My personal space is in your face

