Besedila: Special Duties. '77 In '82. It Ain't Our Fault.

It ain't our fault so don't blame us
There's nothing to do so what's all the fuss
We've got no money, we've got no say
The lack of choice keeps us at bay

It ain't our fault

So you've heard it all before well I don't care
I'll keep on shouting till you swear
That one day soon there'll be a change
It ain't much to ask so open the cage

A town so big with nothing to do
Full of young people in a queue
To nowhere, Boredom, nothing at all
Not even a home town music hall