Tom Robinson Band - You Gotta Survive lyrics

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Three boys working on a slave gang

Chained in the cottage at night

Killed the overseer, broke down the door

Now they gonna shoot us on sight

Night time sticking to the 'B' roads

Hiding from the men with the guns

Hitting the ditches

Everytime somebody comes

Every single house has been looted

Every single city's been burned

Every can of food has been opened

Every single stone has been turned

Found this Parka on a deadman

Jamie got a couple of knives

Countryside crawling with maniacs

You gotta survive

Carrion crows on the motorway

Old woman dying of the plague

She cried 'put me out of my misery'

Charlie had to give her his blade

Streets full of slavers on the rampage

Wild boys running by the score

Weeks without eating

Can't carry on anymore