Your chances are running out
I can see possibilities clearly
The poor man who put those rumours about
Obviously didn't really hear me

Breaking our backs with slurs
And taking our tax for murdering
The only thing I know
She'll have to go

She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go!

Your grass may be greener, man
I was born on the pavement I'm standing in
It's blue grass, honey, it's a working man
It's more than all the things that you're demanding

Breaking our backs with slurs
And taking our tax for murdering
The only thing I know
She'll have to go

She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go!

Breaking our backs with slurs
And taking our tax for murdering
The only thing I know
She'll have to go

She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go
She'll have to go!

Composição: Mick Hucknall