Nothin’ You Can Do About It Songtext
von Toseland

There is a rebel in him,
That′s going to take some taming,
Fire out of control in his head.
Tearing it up, ripping it down, wander his town,
Watch out is what they said.
Baton down your hatches,
Cos he's only leaving ashes,
There is nothing gonna stand in his way.
Cos there′s a chip on his shoulder
And he's wanting to show you,
Take a brave man to stand in his way.

There ain't nothing you can do about it.
Don′t waste time, just forget about it.
There′s no telling where it's gonna stop.
There ain′t nothing you can do about it.
Waste no time trying to analyse it.

He owns this town from the bottom to the top.


It's time to send the lynch mob,
Marching through the streets of,
His anarchy and chaotic ways.
They better track him down fast.
Hunt him with their hounds.
Play the wiley fox at his own game.
From the way that he moves,
You know he′s something to prove,
It's in the way that he walks head held high.

Cos it wasn′t long ago, he was the skinny little kid
Getting sand kicked into his eyes.

There ain't nothing you can do about it.
Don't waste time, so forget about it.
There′s no telling where it′s gonna stop.

There ain't nothing you can do about it.
Waste no time trying to analyse it.
He owns this town from the bottom to the top.
Yeah, from the bottom to the top.


There ain′t nothing you can do about it.
Don't waste time, so forget about it.
There′s no telling where it's gonna stop.
There ain′t nothing you can do about it.
Waste no time trying to analyse it.
He owns this town from the bottom to the top.
Yeah, from the bottom to the top.
(Crowd).
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
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