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Straighten your collar and smile‘Cause you’ve never been lazy‘Cause you in a styleCall the shots every day Soul DriverDon’t hurryIt’s my timingIt’s not your worryAnd I’m taking my timeAnd laying my rootsSince I’ve been so far away You’re such a practical manYou work so hard for your livingYou make me understandThat it’s all in the

All the people under broken homes Don’t wanna fight no moreAll the people nursing shattered bonesDon’t wanna fight no moreBut there’s no profit in peaceSo we’ve gotta fight some more And all those who are in foreign landsDon’t wanna fight no moreAnd all those who lost their feet or handsDon’t wanna fight no moreBut there’s

You’re a southern manYou’re a northern soulYou’re a west-enderYou got eastern soulBut you’re no-one at all You’re a rich manYou’re a poor manYou’re a this manThen you’re that manBut you’re no-one at all You’re a liarYou’re a winnerAnd expert and a beginnerBut you’re no-one at all When the wind blowsThat’s when you knowThat your nose

If anyone rises at 6.31And fakes all day thatThey’re having their funThey never did get it right Since they got it so low To anyone drinking the morning awayThe afternoon will prove a mistakeThey never will get it rightNow they’ve got it so low And we laugh and we drinkAnd we teach ourselves not to

I’m going away to see my ownAnd tread my earthI’ve got no ordinary gainBy to set my worthI get enough and I get too lateAnd if I fall down on the roadThen I won’t get grazed I cannot let you take my timeOr till my earthYou’ve had enough of life to seeThat it shakes my