Don't let it break you down - Graham Parker

    Now don't get bent out of shape,
    don't start tearing out your hair
    One a sweet little angel,
    that stuff's nowhere
    When the bombs go off
    On Oxford Street a
    nd the kids beat up old people
    It's just a soundtrack
    for your life
    it's just everyday evil

    Don't let it break you down
    Don't let it break you down
    Don't let it break you down

    Some people are in charge of pens
    that shouldn't be in charge
    of brooms
    They have the nerve to
    Rip up a man's life
    In a paragraph or two
    And the aeroplanes get hijacked
    And all the Americans get killed
    And the children are addicted
    To a sugar-coated pill

    [Repeat Chorus]

    Well you get sent out on the racetrack,
    You get spurs dug in your cheeks
    You'll see a winning post
    In the distance
    That you'll never reach
    And there's a hole in the atmosphere
    Gets bigger every time you spray
    Your hair
    And someone's drilling down through the earth
    Just to see what's there

    [Repeat Chorus]

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