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The Slum Mums

Six filthy children from six absent fathers
But then you turn to us for succour
Because you think we're just suckers
We may be welfare, oh yeah, but we don't care
And we're paid to despise your council house eyes
Oh you can change your name and you can bleach your skin
Camouflage your accent so even you don't recognise it
But you won't escape from the Slum Mums
Because you are one because you live and breathe like one
And the Labour Government can't stand the Slum Mums
It's ingrained underneath your fingernails
The office of the Social Service is strategically placed
In a dowdy rowdy part of town to discourage you from signing
We make you feel like you're whining
when you claim what's legally yours
Oh you can change your name and bleach your skin
Camouflage your accent so that even you don't recognise it
But you won't escape from the Slum Mums
Because you are one because you live and breathe like one
And the Labour Government can't stand the Slum Mums
It's ingrained underneath your fingernails
Take you and your rat pack brood to the long grass of the meadow
Administer seven doses lethal and illegal which may render you elsewhere!



Album: [b-sides]
Year of Publication: 2004
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Boz Boorer / Gary Day

last update: 05.05.2005

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Le mamme dei quartieri poveri

Sei bambini sudici da sei padri assenti
Ma poi ti rivolgi a noi per avere soccorso
perché credi che siamo soltanto dei babbei
Noi potremmo anche essere l'Assistenza Pubblica, oh sì, ma a noi non importa
e siamo pagati per disprezzare i tuoi occhi da casa popolare
Oh puoi anche cambiare nome o sbiancare la tua pelle
Camuffare l'accento in modo che nemmeno tu lo riconoscerai
ma non sfuggirai alle Mamme dei Quartieri Poveri
perché sei una di loro, perché vivi e respiri come una di loro
Ed il governo laburista non sopporta le Mamme Povere
E' incrostato sotto le tue unghie
L'ufficio dei servizi sociali è piazzato strategicaqmente
in una parte della città violenta e degradata per scoraggiarti dall'iscriverti
Ti facciamo sentire come se stessi piagnucolando
quando reclami ciò che ti spetta di diritto
Oh puoi anche cambiare nome o sbiancare la tua pelle
Camuffare l'accento in modo che nemmeno tu lo riconoscerai
ma non sfuggirai alle Mamme dei Quartieri Poveri
perché sei una di loro, perché vivi e respiri come una di loro
Ed il governo laburista non sopporta le Mamme Povere
E' incrostato sotto le tue unghie
Porta te e la tua nidiata di topi nell'erba alta del prato, somministra sette dosi letali e illegali
E che questo possa portarvi da qualche altra parte!



Album: [b-sides]
Anno di pubblicazione: 2004
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Boz Boorer / Gary Day

ultimo agg.: 05.05.2005

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