who needs sunshine?

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who needs sunshine? things are fine, strangers smiling, train's on time, who needs sunshine? all the time, smoking's banned, no more crime, who needs sunshine? things are fine, strangers smiling, train's on time, who needs sunshine? all the time, ahh, morning glory, so what's the story?, it's pissin down again but that's hunky dory, though it's stormy the time has arrived for a 9 to the 5, that'll bore me, as much as the dude who pursued it -, before me - gave it his heart, literally - he got knifed in the car park, now he'll live forever as a figure on a bar chart, but that's life so enough about him, same old shite with the tubes on a strike, and i can't pedal in cause they teefed my bike, again, suppose i got myself to blame, see it never woulda happened if i'd used two chains, looks of disgust on the bus from commuters, like i'm a mutant carrying a shooter, move to the front then it smacks-that i'm wearing, a back-pack plus i ain't shaved for a month, if you're bored of london then you're bored of life, look, why the fuck you think people carry a knife?, see they gotta stay sharp when the humour flows, as i answer a phonecall a tumour grows, words are exchanged, now my plans have changed, my boy's been detained cause he caught a train -, coulda shown more resilience, yes he's a silly-one, shoulda known better bein' dark and brazilian, hear it everyday and the shit folks say, uk's in decay, that it's hit rock bottom, if it's all gone rotten get your arse to spain, and sit there and complain cause it ain't all bad: so the healthcare's fucked and our schools are doomed, but you shouldn't just assume that the youths are thick, kids learn new tricks from their mobile phone, but you moan cause they only make kung fu flicks, stop complaining, moaning moaning constant whine, just stop complaining, same old shit all the time, as i look 'em in the eyeball it's viable they absent -, minded - everyone except for the blind-kid, cause' he's the only smiling the others look unreceptive, defective and then i'm reminded, that this is londinium, home to a million, things that a brilliant and that's why it's silly, that civility and happiness are kept to a minimum, civilians are never satisfied, greedy little fucks with their eyes in the classifieds, here's where the matter-lies, that-aside from the fact that, no one is engulfed by the war in the gulf, but everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-cries, pack-of-lies from the guys at the top who monopolise, don't seem to care when a copper-dies, we're more concerned with the tv to see, if our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-size