You Gotta Life Songtext
von The Brotherhood

The time is 3am, when?
The date is 6th of June, 1962
Let′s measure the worth, at the birth of you
Let me take you to the pre-natal center
Time for you to enter, ripping from placenta
The way that it was meant'a, sent from God′s miracles
Screaming from your mum's mouth, huggin' on umbilicle
Pinnicle exist, twist the photo lens
Now your dad′s taking photo′s for his friends


Ends, justify the means, rip your mumma cleans
Smack the baby's butt and splash the blood up on the screens
Scenes of love and life, man and wife, why?
You the baby boy are now the apple of your mum′s eye
Inside, back at home, got you cosy like the womb
Got the Captain Caveman painting wallpaper on your room
Soon, you're growing up, a million years past the door
Got you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor
All awestruck, don′t want ya trip up, so your daddy buys your box
And shaves your head from baby locks
Time tocks, brother wants to pass on his legacy
Exercise conditions, so the ID is hereditary

Apple of his eye, choking Adam's throat
So your father starts to dote on his great white hope
Nope, you was just a nappy wearing drip-lover
Daddies got ideas of his own little Hitler

You gotta life...
You gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life...
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life...
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?


Six years old, now you on the street playing footie
Dad will teach you how to sweep, but don′t play with mister sooty
Goodie goodie gum drops, daddy loves scotch
Always drunk on the job so his stars always botch
Swatch, another twelve years in the void
Feels like four score and ten that your dad's unemployed and annoyed
Sitting in the front room bitter
Screaming how the immigrants have done him right up in the shitter

Gary Glitter, there′s no one left in my gang, my gang
All the jobs are taken by the hood or the ying-yang
Slang enough abuse through the windows at the passers
Shoutin', "Cut your hair" to the pappi′s and the rasta's
Now he has ta′, take a drink 'cause he parky
Tellin' you your mum has just run off with a darkie
Took the car keys, left him there without his dinner
Crying "Oh" to his lord, while she′s out to sinner

Head spinner, now you′re dancing dazed and confused
Can't make your own decision ′cause your mind has been abused
Used, now you try to make your own choice
You try to open your mouth but you ain't got your own voice
Poised on the edge with the broken role model
No longer protected by the days of the squabble
Mind boggle, make you ooh make you ahh
You got a life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?

You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?

Oh, so now the shit′s hit the fan
Out on your own, try to act like a man
Damn, who′s anointing bitterness and blame?
Pointing all the fingers to the ones who ain't the same
Aim, your anger fighting tooth and nail to the cross
Undirected mind in the shadow of the squashed
Lost, ′cause you got no place to go
Slow, stifling the earth, got no space to grow
No, all you think is off your broken family
Signed subscriptions, pay your money to the BNP
You want a Yid bashing rump
Circumstances pump and you do the Nazi slump

From whence did you come from think?
Became your daddy's clone in the speed of a blink
If there was any good there, it must have gone through ya
Ya gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya'?

You gotta life...
You gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
You gotta life... g-gotta life
You gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?
G-g-gotta life, but don′t know how to live it do ya?