Hell (Version) - Anti-Pasti

It's been two years, eight months and a day Walking 'round in New York in the rain And right now, I'm a walking cliché It's been two years, eighth months, nothing's changed I'm out here tryna love somebody I tell myself I'm doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell Where'd you meet? Where's he from? What's his name? Does he touch? Does he love you the same? And I know I'm a walking cliché It's been two years, eight months, nothing's changed I'm out here tryna love somebody I tell myself I'm doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell By now you're probably loving somebody By now you're probably doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell I close my eyes, and you're here in my mind I close my eyes, and you're here for a while I'm out here tryna love somebody I'm out here all by myself And every time I think about you It still hurts like hell By now you're probably loving somebody By now you're probably doing well But every time I think about you Oh, yeah, it still hurts like hell, yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell

Another dead soldier, lying in the street He stares at the people as he walks on his beat Corporal 123 That's the end of you

You're paying for your majesty She's having fun She don't join the army And she don't get a gun You're paying for your civies Now what are they for? They never count the killings Hiroshima '84 Brew your own it's about to ferment No Maggie Thatcher and No Government You're paying for your majesty She's having fun She don't join the army And she don't get a gun You're paying for your civies Now what are they for? They never count the killings Hiroshima '84 Brew your own it's about to ferment No Maggie Thatcher and No Government