Arrbie J - Suitcase Riot

Why don't you cry for me this time

Well they call our future the burning of the sun
Never knowing where we're going, always looking for fun
Like a bird on a plane or a suitcase riot
Like the wings of an Angel
We're gonna buy it

Well they call our Angels, a thing of the past
They don't wanna have a future, they don't want us to last
So we start in the bar like a bedroom riot
Now chained to an officer
I'm gonna fight it

Sing along to all they say - Gaga
Sing all the hits to the Wailers - Bob
Good, good times are not for us
But we'll boogie like they did before
And reign on fire and hit the floor

They don't want a revolution; they don't wanna face the past
Yet they screen all this violence, on the screens that we pass
We don't wanna board a plane if we cant fly it
We don't judge you that you're wrong
We just don't buy it

So they call us lazy, but we're just having fun
And we'll right all your wrongs when you have passed on
Like a fish with a car we couldn't drive it
Leave the money on the counter
It's time to party

Sing along 'I was born this way' - Gaga
Sing all the hits to the Wailers - Bob
Good, good times are not for us
But we'll boogie like we did before
And reign on fire and hit the floor

Why don't you cry for me this time

Written by:
Richard Bellis

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