Málo kapel si v druhé polovině devadesátých let vydobylo takové uznání kritiky a posluchačskou oblibu hraničící se zbožňováním, jako právě britské trio Morcheeba.

Píseň: Living Hell

Interpret:
Morcheeba
Album:
The Antidote
Locked in a cage, by yourself
Downtrodden rage, Breeds poor health
Make an excuse, then duck out
It’s self induced, knuckle back
Try to get off, go somewhere
Dying for love, way out there


If you want to escape this living hell
Cast off your chains and be free
If you don’t believe you owe it to yourself,
You can owe it to me
Owe it to me


Wipe of the dust, Let it shine
You can adjust, given time
Ready to leave, you show up
You got a grief
Come grow up


If you want to escape this living hell
Cast off your chains and be free
If you don’t believe you owe it to yourself,
You can owe it to me


If you want to escape this living hell
Cast off your chains and be free
If you don’t believe you owe it to yourself,
You can owe it to me


I’m here to help, you decline
Want to rebel, by design
Cut off your nose, to spite your face
Superimpose you r disgrace


If you want to escape this living hell
Cast off your chains and be free
If you don’t believe you owe it to yourself,
You can owe it to me


If you want to escape this living hell
Cast off your chains and be free
If you don’t believe you owe it to yourself,
You can owe it to me


I’ll find a way to lead you astray,
Just a little longer
I’ll find a way to lead you astray,
Stay a little longer


I’ll find a way to lead you astray,
Just a little longer
I’ll find a way to lead you astray,
Stay a little longer


Yeah, you can owe it to me, you can owe it to me,
You can owe it to me, you can owe it to me, to me
You can owe it to me.