Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
From Genesis to Revelations The next generation will be hear me All the crimes committed day by day No one tried to stop it in any way All the peace makers turn war officers Hear what I say
London calling to the faraway towns Now 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
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear London is drowning - I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at 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 hides Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear London is drowning - I live by the river
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?
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
You see the rate they come down the escalator Now listen to the tube train accelerator Then you realise that you got to have a purpose Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
So don't complain about your useless employment Jack it in forever tonight Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it Think of all the money you've got
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes You won't succeed unless you try
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers Rock rock Clash city rockers
Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late
It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now?
Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here
Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk!
They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count
Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead
Look out' those rules and regulations
Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords
Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey
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
For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun
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
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won 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 I fought the law and the law won I love my girl and I love my fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and i feel so sad I 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 I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the
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!
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
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad go pissed so I got clocked Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came
An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency
Hate...hate...hate...
The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form
I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around
Hate and war...
I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in
An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back
Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops
I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek
