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got their real highs
On the dance floor
On the dance floor


Ibiza ibiza the sangria is sweeter
Drink beer by the litre
Meet a hot senorita
The men are

Tired of living so cautious
Time we make it on Forbes list
No longer will they ignore us
We are not tourists, they cannot force us
Time to build our

screen
Everything was 3D
This could be on TV
Helped by some random tourist
He couldn't speak any English
Opened that gate for us
We thought that was enough

blood on the tune
And we're ever most alive when it comes to summer time
Spend the night in Sky garden
Take a walk by the London eye
Say good bye

Smash the Mac

Crass

Best Before 1984

1986

on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by

Fatally Beautiful

T-Bone Burnett

Proof Through the Night

1983

came in by the score

In a restaurant in Brussels she pulls back her hair
Picks up a candle and lights a cigarette
And she's recognized by a tourist
Who

Joe's Gas

Eddie from Ohio

A Juggler on His Blades

1993

last
The price is still the same as joe's gas

jj gets to work by five in the morning
Day after month after year
Pump the petrol, full serve only

that we are prey to it
The ultra rich already know so they play to this
Unknowing that they too play by the same music
Worshipping self, their towers

just paid the bitch to rinack
Heard he had a pint for twenty-five, send that
Anything I've ever said on God, I meant that

Set off by myself, nigga,

Queen Victoria

I'm not much nourished by modern love
Will you come into my life
With your sorrow and your black carriages
And your perfect memories

Let

by my side, I'm fearless
When I offer you flowers like a florist
I know my hands are not the purest
I'm new to this, not a tourist
For

Welcome To Jamrock

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Welcome to Jamrock

2005

bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Wounded Prince

Vic Chesnutt

Left to His Own Devices

2001

here, to watch your blue blood flow
Your mother's being poked by some bloke in the Bahamas
Wounded prince, where's your grandma?

The tourists are

After the Fall

Terry Allen

Human Remains

1996

in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
And Remember how all the
fantasies worked
Little flags in front of the tract homes
by the church
It's

Even in spite of the sinner I'll be
I will be healed by your intimacy
Never a tourist, I'm taking it slow
Following forward where the wind will blow

I

guns what you gonna do punk

I'm the Lorax, the Lorax I speak for the trees
My home had been invaded by sickness of greed
I fear for the future indeed

should have known by now that there was no answer
I should have known by now that there is no purpose
Everything that I stand for is without meaning
I hope

this river 
Imma take my girl to dinner 
Out to dinner
Yea ohhhh yea

Here in Italy, out in Florence where I be
Imma tourist by I.D, but a veteran

so old
We been livin' in a world so cold
But you feel warm by my side
I'll take you home
You should be mine
When I feel low
You take me high

Just

Turn the page, another day's begun
Barcelona shimmers in the Mediterranean sun
Tourists hurry by, gotta be somewhere by one
Paella simmers in

make me feel important girl
You something exotic, brag about being with a foreign girl
You're some like a Goddess, in fact you might just be a tourist

period made me conscious of I am
When we begin disuniting things get outta hand
Surrounded by bad conditions merely hoping for the good
You're not

Unfortunate portraits painted of horses endorsing danger
And whores with remorse enslaved by the forefathers of anger
The more that tourists pay for the gore