Just Another Story — текст песни (Phil Collins)

Father comes home `cos his money`s run out -
seems a little loose tonight, he starts to shout.

Dinner`s not on the table, seems mother`s not able,
she`s staring at the TV.

You can smell it on his breath, feel it in his touch,
he never meant to hit her hard, but he`s like that when he`s had too much.

It`s just another story `bout going too far,
it`s just another story `bout going too far.

Well the kid`s at school, she`s getting good grades,
but the peer pressure`s starting now - too bad, she had it made.

Seems there`s always someone trying to push you to do something, you know, ain`t the way they told you to -
it`s hard to see
the things you taught her, how to be, it`s like you told her nothing, selective memory.

Come on try it, it`s just a smoke, ain`t gonna kill you, so she takes a toke -
fade to grey.

It`s just another story `bout going too far,
it`s just another story `bout going too far.

Well the guys at work seemed OK, they`d buy you a drink, get you laid, what`s wrong with that?

Why`d they have more money than you, expensive cars, expensive clothes, d`you ever think of what they do?

At night they`re out, shakin` people down, when they`re walking together seems they own the town.

But hey, who`s gonna talk, you are their alibi, don`t turn around, don`t ask questions, just walk -

It`s just another story `bout going too far,
it`s just another story `bout going too far.