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Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! Working for a rise, better my station Take my baby to sophistication She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard - I seen the price Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work - an' you're one of us Clocks go slow in a place of work Minutes drag and the hours jerk |
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Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a' cruisnin' down the ville The muezzin was a' standing On the radiator grille CHORUS The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound But the Bedouin they brought out The electric camel drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar picking thumb As soon as the shareef Had cleared the square They began to wail CHORUS Now over at the temple Oh! They really pack 'em in The in crowd say it's cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy Casbah jive CHORUS The king called up his jet fighters He said you better earn your pay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the Casbah way As soon as the shareef was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as the shareef was Outta their hair The jet pilots wailed CHORUS He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it. You know he really hates it. |
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| 3. |
| 4:10 |
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ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS CUBAN ARMY SURPLUS OR REFUSING ALL THIRD LIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS SOUND DOES NOT SUBSCRIBE TO THE INTERNATIONAL PLAN IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND THEN THAT SEE GHETTOLOGY AS AN URBAN VIET NAM GIVING DEADLY EXHIBITIONS OF MURDER BY NAPALM THIS IS RADIO CLASH TEARING UP THE SEVEN VEILS THIS IS RADIO CLASH PLEASE SAVE US, NOT THE WHALES THIS IS RADIO CLASH UNDERNEATH A MUSHROOM CLOUD THIS IS RADIO CLASH YOU DON'T NEED THAT FUNERAL SHROUD FORCES HAVE BEEN LOOTING MY HUMANITY CURFEWS HAVE BEEN CURBING THE END OF LIBERTY HANDS OF LAW HAVE SORTED THROUGH MY IDENTITY BUT NOW THIS SOUND IS BRAVE AND WANTS TO BE FREE - ANYWAY TO BE FREE THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE NOH AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AUDIO AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS RADIO CLASH EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT A-RIGGY DIGGY DIG DANG DANG GO BACK TO URBAN 'NAM |
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| 4. |
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Darling you gotta let me know Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end of time So you got to let know Should I stay or should I go? Always tease tease tease Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando You're happy when I'm on my knees Me arrodilla y estas feliz One day is fine, next is black Un dias bien el otro negro So if you want me off your back Al rededar en tu espalda Well come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I Stay or should I go? Me debo ir o que darme Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble An' if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know This indecision's bugging me Esta undecision me molesta If you don't want me, set me free Si no me quieres, librame Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be Diga me que tengo ser Don't you know which clothes even fit me? 쮁aves que robas me querda? Come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I cool it or should I blow? 쭻e debo ir o quedarme? Should I stay or should I go now? 쮇o me frio o lo sophlo? If I go there will be trouble Si me voi - va ver peligro And if I stay it will be double Si me quedo es doble So you gotta let me know Me tienes que decir Should I stay or should I go? 쮇o me frio o lo sophlo? |
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| 5:29 |
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If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says- PSSST... HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD Go straight to hell Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here Go straight to hell boys |
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| 3:49 |
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STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER IN THIS IRATION, ARMAGIDEON TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU - ARMAGIDEON TIME |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy now? |
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| 3:10 |
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Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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| 3:09 |
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When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton |
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| 2:39 |
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Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won (twice) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I fought the law and the law won (7 times) I fought the law and the |
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| 3:34 |
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Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night No-one can remember Somebody got murdered Goodbye, for keeps, forever Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever And you're minding your own business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber You're hungry all the same I been very tempted To grab it from the till I been very hungry But not enough to kill Somebody got murdered His name cannot be found A small stain on the pavement They'll scrub it off the ground As the daily crown disperses No-one says that much Somebody got murdered And it' left me with a touch Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Those shouts! Are they drunk down below? It's late, and my watch stopped Some time ago Sounds like murder! Those screams! Are they drunk down below? |
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| 3:46 |
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CHORUS I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in her for that special offer A guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me CHORUS I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely CHORUS And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost |
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| 4:34 |
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MY DADDY WAS A BANKROBBER BUT HE NEVER HURT NOBODY HE JUST LOVED TO LIVE THAT WAY AND HE LOVED TO STEAL YOUR MONEY SOME IS RICH, AND SOME IS POOR THAT'S THE WAY THE WORLD IS BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN LYING BACK SAYlN' HOW BAD YOUR LUCK IS SO WE CAME TO JAZZ IT UP WE NEVER LOVED A SHOVEL BREAK YOUR BACK TO EARN YOUR PAY AN' DON'T FORGET TO GROVEL THE OLD MAN SPOKE UP IN A BAR SAID I NEVER BEEN IN PRISON A LIFETIME SERVING ONE MACHINE IS TEN TIMES WORSE THAN PRISON IMAGINE IF ALL THE BOYS IN JAIL COULD GET OUT NOW TOGETHER WHADDA YOU THINK THEY'D WANT TO SAY TO US? WHILE WE WAS BEING CLEVER SOMEDAY YOU'LL MEET YOUR ROCKING CHAIR COS THAT'S WHERE WE'RE SPINNING THERE'S NO POINT TO WANNA COMB YOUR HAIR WHEN IT'S GREY AND THINNING RUN RABBIT RUN STRIKE OUT BOYS, FOR THE HILLS I CAN FIND THAT HOLE IN THE WALL AND I KNOW THAT THEY NEVER WILL |
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London's burning! London's burning! All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television! London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone London's burning with boredom now... London's burning dial 99999 |
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| 2:04 |
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He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he don't like his boring job, no... An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you An' in the in-tray lots of work But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina That just won't run without fuel Fill her up, Jacko! An' the invoice it don't quite fit, There's no payola in his alphabetical file This time he's gonna really tell the boss Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels It's pretty bad! Let them know - how you feel |
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| 3:15 |
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TOMMY GUN YOU AIN'T HAPPY LESS YOU GOT ONE TOMMY GUN AIN'T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP JUST FOR FUN MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT TOMMY GUN YOU'LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON TOMMY GUN BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE? I CAN SEE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE TOMMY GUN I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS AN' GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT'S YOUR GAME KINGS AN' QUEENS AN' GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP THEN THE SAME GOES FOR LIFE! |
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| 3:13 |
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They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh On the last tour my mates couldn't get in I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again At every hotel we was met by the Law Come for the party - come to make sure! Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song They said we'd be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee An' worry about it later Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand! All over the news spread fast They're dirty, they're filthy They ain't gonna last! This is Joe Public speaking I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind Total C-o-n control - that means you! |
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| 5:18 |
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YES, IT'S TIME FOR THE DR. GOEBBELS SHOW! THERE'S A TOWER IN THE HEART OF LONDON WITH A RADIO STATION RIGHT AT THE TOP THEY DON'T MAKE THE CITY BEAT THEY'RE MAKING ALL THE ACTION STOP A LONG TIME AGO THERE WERE PIRATES BEAMING WAVES FROM THE SEA BUT NOW ALL THE STATIONS ARE SILENCED 'COS THEY AIN'T GOT A GOVERNMENT LICENSE WANNA TELL YOUR PROBLEMS PHONE IN FROM YOUR BEDSIT ROOM HAVING TROUBLE WITH YOUR PARTNER LET US ALL IN ON THE NEWS IF YOU WANNA HEAR A RECORD GET THE WORD FROM AIDEN DAY HE PICKS ALL THE HITS TO PLAY TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR PLACE ALL DAY CAPITAL RADIO IN TUNE WITH NOTHING DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL |
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White riot - I wanna riot White riot - a riot of my own White riot - I wanna riot White riot - a riot of my own Black people gotta lot a problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick An' everybody's doing Just what they're told to An' nobody wants To go to jail! All the power's in the hands Of people rich enough to buy it While we walk the street Too chicken to even try it Everybody's doing Just what they're told to Nobody wants To go to jail! Are you taking over or are you taking orders? Are you going backwards Or are you going forwards? |
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The offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector They're gonna have to introduce conscription They're gonna have to take away my prescription If they wanna get me making toys If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice Careers Careers Careers Ain't never gonna knock |
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WELL, I JUST GOT BACK AN' I WISH I NEVER LEAVE NOW WHO DAT MARTIAN ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT? HOW MANY LOCAL DOLLARS FOR A LOCAL ANAESTHETIC? THE JOHNNY ON THE CORNER WAS A VERY SYMPATHETIC I WENT TO THE PLACE WHERE EVERY WHITE FACE IS AN INVITATION TO ROBBERY AN' SITTING HERE IN MY SAFE EUROPEAN HOME I DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE AGAIN WASN'T I LUCKY N' WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY? SEND US ALL CARDS, AN' HAVE A LAYING IN ON A SUNDAY I WAS THERE FOR TWO WEEKS, SO HOW COME I NEVER TELL THAT NATTY DREAD DRINKS AT THE SHERATON HOTEL? NOW THEY GOT THE SUN, AN' THEY GOT THE PALM TREES THEY GOT THE WEED, AN' THEY GOT THE TAXIS WHOA, THE HARDER THEY COME, N' THE HOME OF OL' BLUEBEAT YES I'D STAY AN' BE A TOURIST BUT I CAN'T TAKE THE GUNPLAY |
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WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN WE PISS ON EVERYONE IN THE CLASSROOM WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT SMOKIN' MENTHOL I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE GO ON A NICKING SPREE HIT THE WRONG GUY EACH OF YOU GET THREE YEARS IN BRIXTON I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE HOW WAS BUTLINS? WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT? WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN TO A CINDER COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE 'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT HAVE A DRINK ON ME BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE |
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London calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared-and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look at us All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing CHORUS The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out-and draw another breath London calling-and I don't wanna shout But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes CHORUS Now get this London calling, yeah, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial After all this, won't you give me a smile? I never felt so much a' like |
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| 3:19 |
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Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud CHORUS The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon |
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WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS ALRIGHT THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES? WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME |
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Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say Vocal ad lib Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah From Genesis oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Scaring, fighting the nation Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Here come, here come, here come The station is bombed Get out get out get out you people If you don't wanna get blown up Vocal ad lib |
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