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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
British Lion
British Lion
Performer
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Bass
Simon Dawson
Simon Dawson
Drums
David Hawkins
David Hawkins
Guitar
Grahame Leslie
Grahame Leslie
Guitar
Richard Taylor
Richard Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Composer
Richard Taylor
Richard Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Producer
Tony Newton
Tony Newton
Mixing Engineer
Ade Emsley
Ade Emsley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Just a young boy all alone
And he don't know the feeling of being loved in a home
Got a strange face, don't fit in
He's not one or the other and he ain't got no kin
Now a schoolboy, thin as a bone
Another fight in the playground, it's three onto one
Makes no difference, you'll get the blame
Then they'll send you away, then it all starts again
Left in the wasteland
Nobody knows where he came from
A girl all alone, a man from a far away land
That's how he come about
They say, "Get out, get out, don't come around here
We don't need your kind being 'round here
Don't care if you're hungry, we don't care at all
This is the land of the perfect people
You don't belong around here"
Life ain't simple, life can be tough
When your face don't fit in you spend your life on the run
You're not wanted anywhere
All you want in your life, somebody to care
Left in the wasteland
Nobody knows where he came from
A girl all alone, a man from a far away land
They say, "Get out, get out, don't come around here
We don't need your kind being 'round here
Don't care if you're hungry, we don't care at all
This is the land of the perfect people
You don't belong around here"
You don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong around here
You better run
Run, run, run away, run, run, run away
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away, run, run, run away
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away, run, run, run away
Run away
Get out, get out, don't come around here
We don't need your kind being 'round here
Don't care if you're hungry, we don't care at all
Get out, get out, don't come around here
We don't need your kind being 'round here
Don't care if you're hungry, we don't care at all
This is the land of the perfect people
You don't belong around, no, no, no
This is the land of the perfect people
And you don't belong around here
Written by: Richard Taylor, Steve Harris
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