Roads to Freedom - Cock Sparrer

When she's hot it's the heat of a burning at the stake And when she's cold it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake And when she smiles is it real or the smile an

Got drunk on a Friday night Woke up Sunday morning His bags by the front door There's no final warning She's thrown in all his clothes And all reason is out It'

We're going out on Friday night; (we know how to live) Lagered up and looking right; (we know how to live) Pull a bird at Benj.'s; take her home and do the biz

I know he's not the kind, the kind that settles down And I know he finds it hard to keep his feet on the ground He goes drinking every night down the pub with a

Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down Moved out to another slum in another part of town Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift Who rea