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I met you at a party, it was 10 pm.
I was outside being sick so I called inside again.
I opened another bottle, but that made 'em feel worse.
I was sick for the second time, it made me shout and curse.

The music played so loud it made my ears pop.
When I went dancing, down at the Bell End Bop.

They were doing it on the tables, they were doing it on the chairs.
They were doing it on the dance floor, they were doing it upstairs.
But the police came and raided the place, said the music was too loud.
I didn't want to get recognized so I mingled with the crowd.

There were people dressed as Batman, they really looked a mess.
Then to my amazement I found it was a fancy dress.
A young girl came up to me she was tall and slim,
had oranges down her bra said she was Nell Gwyn.

There's only one place where you can rock.
Come on, let's go dancing, down at the Bell End Bop.In this faltering nation
the future belongs
to the children in school
There's something wrong
Sixth grader on crack
Handgun overflowing in his hands
Now he is just further demand
We search for the source
and still that child is left watching
Inhumanity, bloodshed
as the tele-violence feeds his head

Chorus:
Only if he knew
the consequence of greed
A contious state of mind
T.V. is not reality
Never a victim the role model said
Bang bang, the bad guy is dead
Always a rockstar on eMpty T.V.
The lesson complete
Now the child has needs
Of competition they bleed
Oh beautiful for bills of green
Nevermind spacious skies overhead
Bleed the earth and butter your bread

(Repead Chorus)

Chils turns on T.V.
What dose he see?
Nature of man, dishonesty
That child grows old
Story be told
as he sits behind bars
and his soul grows cold