Pity The Plight-Plan B/John Cooper Clarke

[ti:Pity the Plight] [ar:Plan B] [al:ill Manors (Deluxe Version)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Pity The Plight - Plan B/John Cooper Clarke [00:12.17]Picture the face of your fellows [00:14.16] [00:14.77]Too long a bed with no sleep [00:16.39] [00:17.07]With their complex romantic attachments [00:19.31] [00:19.87]All look on their sorrows and weep [00:21.70] [00:22.53]They don't get a moment's reflection [00:24.57] [00:25.19]There's always a crowd in their eye [00:27.20] [00:28.15]Pity the plight of young fellows [00:30.57]Regard all their worries and cry [00:32.69] [00:33.29]Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps [00:36.22]Leaving it up to the school [00:37.73] [00:38.44]Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps [00:40.86]And the climate oppressively cool [00:43.16] [00:44.13]Give me some acre of cellos [00:46.01] [00:46.80]Pitched at some distant regret [00:48.56] [00:49.39]Pity the fate of young fellows [00:51.75]And their anxious attempts to forget [00:53.88] [01:16.41]These are the tears of a thug like murky water [01:18.78]Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter [01:21.49]His half-sister he felt obliged to support her [01:24.07]Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer [01:26.61]Separated until she was 8 years old [01:28.23]He knew as soon as he saw her [01:29.72]That he adored her so he's baying for blood with a borer [01:31.95]And an automatic weapon Smith Weston [01:34.75]That'd split a f**king hole in your chest [01:36.40]Then he's been looking to corner [01:37.74]The perpetrators responsible for a killing [01:39.81]Now he's finally got 'em where he wants 'em [01:41.54]Blood will start spilling [01:42.51]The atmosphere in the air [01:43.81]Tonight is chilling [01:44.59]The blanket of stars above [01:45.76]Their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling [01:48.04]Slowly crushing down on 'em as the terror starts progressing [01:50.66]That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion [01:53.21]Only 13 years old pubescent adolescent [01:55.71]About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson [01:58.54] [02:30.99]These are the tears of a wanna-be thug [02:33.20]Crying tears as thick as blood [02:34.56]'Cause his elder set him up [02:35.70]To take the fall and now he's stuck [02:37.13]With no way of getting out [02:38.48]'Cause even if there was a way he'd still [02:40.27]Want to vent this anger out [02:41.49]Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption [02:43.88]Young minds get corrupt even so easily f**ked [02:46.41]That only leads to destruction in the end [02:48.50]False assumptions that people have your back makes [02:50.44]You believe their your friends [02:51.82]All though some represent no one can be trusted [02:54.49]One double O per-cent 'cause some thugs will go to lengths [02:56.93]To get revenge [02:58.25]Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins [03:01.13]And do the dirty work for them [03:02.45]The kind of work for men [03:03.69]That route the dark is past [03:05.13]Not impressionable young children that never had a chance [03:07.68]Growing up in his manor's most are doomed from the start [03:10.56]'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts