Tycoon - Pollution's Child lyrics

Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER

l'm born and bred in pollution's grip

First three weeks fed by a CO drip

Ain't no breast

Passed the test

I needed stronger stuff

Carbon mon-

Oxide on

Tap, couldn't get enough

My leather lungs never felt no pain

I ran around in the acid rain

Drank and smoked

Never choked

I was immune to dirt

Whisky, gin

Pumped it in

I never ever hurt

Got a car, got ahead

On the road burning lead

I'm happy as I am

I dig this greenhouse scam

All summer on the beach

Aerosols in easy reach

Needles floating out to sea

Sunshine beats down on me

No ozone in my way

Every day's holiday

If I get bored with all my modern toys

I got a walkman for my private noise

If l'm blue

I just do

Another ten db

Sony was heaven sent

l'm in my element

Once I get up there on the album charts

l'm gonna win myself a billion hearts

when they see

Little me

Saving the world tonight

Pious rage

On the stage

Turn on your brightest light

There go a million trees

Covers for my Cds

I'm a consumer therefore I consume

I buy a lot of things so gimme room

Being green

Ain't my scene

I need the parking space

Hello crack

Hello smack

Bye bye the humen race

Gimme another shot

Gimme the best you got

That's my credentials filed

Truly pollution's child