Grievance (no sense) letra

If your life is like four seasons, mine's the 2nd of October, all I know as I grow older is what I don't know
We once called our dog Rover but it's changed to BMW, we are moving with the times, the old ways must go

And it's thumbs up for the young guy who drives the XR3I, for the lack of manners which begets the bully
For the mobile phone and laptop user, the money blown by lottery losers, and only "Haves" can participate fully

And there is no sense in a sense of grievance
Foucault and his pals knew all along
Do what you like unless you harm another
Everything is right and nothing's wrong

But this self-regard of the consumer, exotic foreign holidays and gym
This freedom without harm to others, eclipses doing good to brothers
Was the Live Aid spirit just a whim?

There may be no sense in a sense of grievance
But we must learn from the past to get along
The worthwhile things are what we do for others
Foucault and his pals have got it wrong

John Scott Cree - Letras

• A superfluous man
• Ay de oh ho
• Come along me lucky lads (the Louis Boogie)
• Dave's Big Issue blues
• Days like these
• Grievance (no sense)
• I do My Thing
• I must keep trying
• I Saw You At The 100 Club
• I'm lumbered with you
• Incorrigible
• Indirigible
• It starts with 'V'
• Mao Oo Ma Ma
• Mid-life crisis blues
• Off the peg
• Oh Buddy
• Paddy, me bhoy
• Pink sunglasses
• She's being dumped
• Some headlines (such triumphs)
• The Isle of Capri
• The pith of history
• To hear Chuck Berry sing
• Underneath a Cajun Moon