When you're young you stand your ground
|
And nothing seem to get you down at all
|
Then you grow to realise
|
That everything ain't black and white, it's brown
|
On and on your life drags on and every day's the same
|
|
(Chorus:)
|
It's a long way to paradise from here
|
It's a long way to paradise from here
|
|
Every week you stand in line
|
You queue to put your name upon a form
|
And every week they have devised
|
Another way of making you feel small
|
On and on your life grinds on and you're not living at all
|
|
(Chorus)
|
|
You think you're tough, You think you're smart
|
But they know how to break your heart
|
they'll chew you up and spit you out and make you start again
|
|
(Chorus)
|
|
-----------------
|
It's A Long Way To Paradise (From Here)
|
Stiff Little Fingers |