1. Know Your Rights
2. Car Jamming
3. Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
4. Rock The Casbah
5. Red Angel Dragnet
6. Straight To Hell
7. Overpowered By Funk
8. Atom Tan
9. Sean Flynn
10. Ghetto Defendant (Allen Ginsberg cover
song)
11. Inoculated City
12. Death Is A Star
Know Your Rights
This is a public service announcement With guitar
Know your rights all three of them Number 1 You have the right not to be
killed Murder is a crime! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing
of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you
cross your fingers Rehabilitation Know your rights These are your rights
Wang Know these rights Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long
as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it Know your rights These are
your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that
this is not enough! Well... Get off the streets Get off the streets
Run You don't have a home to go to Smush Finally then I will read you your
rights You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything
you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you Listen
to this Run.
Car Jamming
Tonight they're closing up the world and sweeping
smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi-national Anthem rocking
from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then a shyboy from Missouri Boots
blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare
kindness and Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets The mirror of his wife Drives the slum-bum
dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive
like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The 7 hells Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone Once inside the
executive He never leaves his home Gorillas drag their victiims Hyenas
try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo by Ventilation
units where towers Meet the streets The ragged stand in bags Soaking heat
up through their feet This was the donly kindness And it was accidental
too In a car jam Now shaking single engined planes Traffik-king stereos
from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned
out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear Hey fellas Lauren Bacall In a car jam Yeah I don't believe it In
a car jam Ah yeah positively absolutely In a car jam.
Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
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 me 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 and 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? ¿Saves
que robas me queurda? Come on and let me know Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow? ¿Me debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now? ¿Yo 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? ¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
Rock The Casbah
Now the king told the boogie men You have to let
that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shaken to the top The
sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a-cruisin' down the ville The muezzin
was a-standing On the radiator grille The shariff don't like it Rockin'
the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff 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 shariff Had cleared the square They began to wail
The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff
don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah 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 whiff Of that crazy Casbah jive The shariff don't like
it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff don't like it Rockin'
the Casbah Rock the Casbah 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 shariff was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots
tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as the shariff was Outta their
hair The jet pilots wailed The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah
He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it You know he really
hates it.
Red Angel Dragnet
I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing
when I see it See it For the same reason no one ever Pointed a telescope
at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of New York City Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonite? Not even five enforcement agencies can save
their own Never mind the people Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the
City Did anyone prophesize these people? Only Travis Come in Travis
One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized All the animals come out
at night Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal Some day a real rain
will come and wash all the scum off the streets Thank god for the rain
to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Listen you screwheads:
Here is a man who would not take it anymore A man who stood up against
the scum, the filth Now I see clearly Personally I know the alley Where
Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2 Can stop
the blood and feathers flying Waring overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream? I'll tell it To live like they do in the movies
San Juan you listening? Yeah I bet you are Hands up for Hollywood
Hooray I hear you Snappy on the air Hang in their Wall to wall You saved
the worled What else? You saved the girl Chmpagne on ice No stranger
to Alcatraz To boot Or strip it down Chop it a little Being reasonable
Just freedom to move To live For women to take a walk in the park at midnite
Hey, but this is serious She can't even get back home I come from a long
way off And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker For the same reason no-one
ever pointed A gun at a policeman Talking about the Red Angels of New York
City Yeah.
Straight To Hell
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 ya 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.
Overpowered By Funk
If you ain't reggae for it... funk out! No-one
knocking at your door? Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asanine, stupifying
Can the clone line dry you out? Part of the swarming mass?
Funk out! Slugged by the new increase? Scared of the human
bomb? Overpowered by funk? Funk out! Buy dog food Rogue
elephants Tarzan on a ticker tape Breakfast, serials? You know you
can't escape Overpowered by funk Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk Don't you love our Western ways? Benny Goodman,
trial by jury A phone box-full of books Dustcarts and sunrise No-one gets
off the hooks car crashed... Food for the hungry millions?
Funk out! Home for the floating people? Skin for the napalm
victim? Overdrunk on power Funk out! The final game will be
solitaire Overdrunk on power... funk out Picture frame, tickets here For
the graffiti train People at home show you care Don't try Fry me in your
shockin' chairs Funkpower over and out This is a message from Futura Don't
prophisize the future I liven up the culture Because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization It's environmentally wack So presenting my attack
I'll brighten up your shack I'm down by law That's a fact Just give me
a wall Any building dull or tall I spray clandestine night subway I cover
red purple on top of grey Hey, no slashing cause it ain't the way The T.A.
blew 40 mil they say We thew down by night They scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists.
Atom Tan
Now the corporations stopped! Stopped pushing
fast food Been a multiple shooting Downtown at the bank Reluctantly the
panic begins To catch fire But it did not affect The steady sale of jun
The state office looked It looked like Hollywood With make-up bleeding
all over the cracks Wo he blew his lines Facing the cameras He suffered
the first All live heart attack Oh you've caught an even atom tan The motor-cyanide
Cyanide suicide He finally found the brick wall in his life Shining up
his engine He dressed right up for it At the top of the speedo He crumpled
the bike There's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover Hoping at best
to hold off al the rest Once last stand at the bunker fire Machine gun
and pitchfork and breast But it isn't so easy So easy for lovers Chained
in love Stained at the top of the tower The pink hearse is leaving at funeral
speed Driving your heart Away with the flowers All night I waited I waited
for a horseman His ever faithful His Indian friend I'm not the only one
Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky For mankind's friend Oh
you've caught an even atom tan Calamine.
Sean Flynn
You know he just heard The drums of war when the
past Was a closing door The drums beat into the jungle floor Closing door
Closing door Rain on the leaves soldier sing You never hear anything They
filled the sky with a tropical storm Closing door Closing door You know
he head the drums of war Each man knows what he's looking for.
Ghetto Defendant (Allen Ginsberg cover song)
do the worm on the accropolis. slamdance
the cosmopolis. enlighten the populace. hungry darkness of
living. who will thirst in the pit? hooked in metropolis.
she spent a lifetime deciding how to run from it. addicts of metropolis.
once fate had a witness and the years seemed like friends. girlfriends.
her babies can dream but dreams begin like the end. shot into eternity.
methadone kitty. iron serenity. ghetto defendant. it
is heroin pity. not tear gas nor baton charge that stops you taking
the city. strung out committee. walled out of the city.
clubbed down from uptown. sprayed pest from the nest. run out
to barrio town. the guards are itchy. forced to watch at the
feast, then sweep up the night. flipped pieces of coin. broken
bottles exchanged for birthright. grafted in a jiffy. strung
out committee. sitting pretty. graphed in a jiffy. no
pity, pretty. the ghetto prince of gutter poets was bounced out of
the room. jean arthur rimbaud. by the bodyguards of greed for
disturbing the tomb. 1873. his words like flamethrowers.
paris commune burnt the ghettos in their chests. his face was painted
whiter and he was laid to rest. died in marseille. buried in
charleville. shut up. soap floods oil in water all churn in
the wake on the great ship of progress. the crew can't find the brake.
klaxons are blaring. the admiral snores command. submarines
boil in oceans while the armies fight with suns.
Inoculated City
The soldier boy for his soliders pay Obeys theeargent
at arms whatever he says The seargent will for his seargent's pay Obey
the general order of the battle play The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent What of the neighbors and the prophets
in bars? What are they saying in the publiz bazaar? We are
tired of the tune You must not relent At every stroke of the bell in the
tower there goes Another boy from another side The bulletins that steady
come in say those Familiar words at the top of the hour The jamming city
increases its hum And those terrible words continue to come Through bras
music of government hear those Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No-one mentions
the neighboring war No one knows what they're fighting for We are tired
of the tune You must not relent.
Death Is A Star
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed
him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling
through the night shades The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to
love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom
slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus By chance or escaping from misery But
suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see
the bad go down again And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And
a Ford roars through the night full of rain The killer's blood flows But
he loads his gun again Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns
dying at sunset In vain lovers claimed But they never had met.