Keep On - Buzzcocks

There’s no two ways about it, there’s nothing left to say

If you’d only paid attention, then things wouldn’t be this way

Crazy paved with good intentions is the rut that you’re stuck in

So that all that’s left to fear is the enemy within

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

Spare me your hypocrisy, I haven’t got the time

For unreasonable reason’s more a punishment than crime

We all can take cold comfort, now the writing’s on the wall

But the pill that’s left to swallow is the bitterest of all

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

One more Pyrrhic victory, another dodgy deal

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

One more Pyrrhic victory, another dodgy deal

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

One more Pyrrhic victory, another dodgy deal

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Suffer from a little depression, baby

Gotta tell the world what you feel

Don’t jump to confusion, it’s all a wind-up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby

Keep on keeping it real