No Friendly Neighbour - Primal Rock Rebellion

There’s a man in the park

Walking his dog to a mark

In the picture he painted

In the picture he painted

And the people look on

And the people look on

Then they carry on

Roaming all day long

From the eyes of a television inspired mess

From a pub to a club to a street to a thug

Ignoring the light from above

Ignoring the light from above

Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour

The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker

It’s a battle with the wind

On my neck and in my eyes

With the crows looking at

That wallet restin' above my thigh

Come up to me with a knife and a can

With the words «give me what you got»

Holding out a hand, no!

From the eyes of a television inspired mess

From a pub to a club to a street to a thug

Ignoring the light from above

Ignoring the light from above

Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour

The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker

Can’t find any mirror that shines

From the eyes of a television inspired mess

From a pub to a club to a street to a thug

Ignoring the light from above

Ignoring the light from above

Is it the maker in you, or someone you knew

The one who can turn the grey into blue