1. Safe European Home
2. English Civil War (Traditional)
3. Tommy Gun
4. Julie's In The Drug Squad
5. Last Gang In Town
6. Guns On The Roof
7. Drug-Stabbing Time
8. Stay Free
9. Cheapskates
10. All The Young Punks (New Boots And
Contracts)
Safe European Home
well, i just got back and 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. and sitting here in my safe european home. i don't
wanna go back there again. wasn't i lucky and wouldn't it be loverly?
send us all cards, and 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, and they got the palm trees.
they got the weed, and they got the taxis. whoa, the harder they
come, and the home of ol' bluebeat. yes i'd stay and be a tourist
but i can't take the gunplay.
English Civil War (Traditional)
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. and 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? and 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 and 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.
Tommy Gun
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. waiting in
the airport till kingdom come. and 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. and give my false support to
your cause. whatever you want, you're gonna get it! boats and
tanks and planes, it's your game. kings and queens and generals learn
your name. i see all the innocents, the human sacrifice. and
if death comes so cheap then the same goes for life!
Julie's In The Drug Squad
it's lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie.
she giggles at the screen cause it looks so green. there's carpets
on the pavements and feathers in her eye. but sooner or later, her
new friends will realize that julie's been working for the drug squad.
well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true. stash in the bank
while the tablets grow high in their millions, and everybody's high (hi,
man...). but there's someone looking down from the mountainside.
cause julie's been working for the drug squad. and it's ten years
for you. nineteen for you, and you can get out in twenty-five.
that is if you're still alive. and then there came the night of the
greatest ever raid. they arrested every drug that had ever been made.
they took eighty-two laws through eighty-two doors. and they didn't
halt the pull till the cells were all full. cause julie was working
for the drug squad. they put him in a cell, they said you wait here.
you've got the time to count all of your hair. you've got fifteen
years. a mighty long time. you could have been a physicist.
but now your name is on the mailbag list. julie's been working for
the drug squad. gumbo!
Last Gang In Town
everybody's looking for last gang in town you better
watch out for they're all comin' around the sport of today is exciting
the in crowd are into fighting when some punk sees some rock-olla it's
rock and roll all over in every street and every station kids fight like
different nations and it's brawn against brain and it's knife against chain
but it's all young blood flowing down the drain the crops hit the stiffs
and the spikes whipped the quiffs they're all looking 'round for the last
gang in town meanwhile down in black town those old soul rebels are haingin'
around and when some punk come alooking for sound rastaferi goes to ground
the white heart flipped his pocket dipped cause a black sharp knife never
slips and they never say to one antoher that tomorrow we might kill our
brothers down from the edge of london the rockabilly rebels came from another
edge of london skinhead gangs call out their name but not the zydeco kids
from the high rise though they can't be recognized when you hear a cajun
fiddle then you're nearly in the middle of the last gang in town.
Guns On The Roof
i swear by almighty God to tell the whole truth
and nothing but the truth guns guns they torture all the women and children
then they've put the men to the gun cause across the human frontier freedom's
always on the run guns guns a-shaking in terror guns guns killing in error
guns guns guilty hands guns guns shatter the lands a system built by the
sweat of the many creates assassins to kill off the few take any place
and call it a court house this is a place where no judge can stand sue
the lawyers and burn all the papers unlock the key of the legal papers
a jury of a billion faces shouted out condemned out of hand guns guns,
and nobody's kidding guns guns, or foolin' around guns guns, the violence
is singing guns guns, a silence the sound and i Iike to be in africa a-beatin'
on the final drum and i like to be in u.s.s.r. makin' sure these things
will come and i like to be in u.s.a. pretending that the wars are done
and i like to be in europe saying goodbye to everyone guns guns there's
guns on the roof guns guns they're made to shoot.
Drug-Stabbing Time
drug stabbing time well i got working on the ford
line a paying off the big fine drug stabbin' time drug stabbin' time is
from nine to nine nobody wants a user nobody needs a loser so kick him
out that door and don't answer it no more drug stabbin' time it's a greenwich
mean time your friends all hate each other you think you've got another
but who's at the door? don't answer it no more drug stabbin time
in a bedroom crime there's a tape recording on a telephone line and it's
ringin from the floor so don't answer it no more now i was lying in my
room it was raining drugs all afternoon i hear this car pull up outside
comes to a stop like, skreeee someone's in a hurry and someone better worry
cause these four guys all had on their feet a pair of black shoes shining
and neat i thinks blackshoes on no that's bad news here they come charging
up the stairs alright sonny just tell us where drug stabbin time don't
ask me mate working on the ford line paying off the big fine drug stabbin'
time.
Stay Free
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. and 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 practiced 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, we're gonna hit the town. we'll burn it fuckin' down to a cinder.
cause 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. and i'll never forget the smile on my face, cause
i knew where you would be. and if you're in the crowd tonight, have
a drink on me. but go easy... step lightly... stay free.
Cheapskates
i have been a washer up and he has been a scrubber
up and i seen him a picking up dog ends in the rain and he has never read
a book though i told him to take a look he lifted his poolhall cue for
another game but it ain't no modern miracle that we found the golden rule
what you can't buy you gotta steal and what you say can't steal you better
leave i don't like to hang about in this lonely room cause london is for
going out and trying to hear a tune but people come pouncing up to me and
say what are you doing here you're supposed to be a star not a cheapskate
bleeding queer like a load of rats from a sinking ship you slag us down
to save your hip but you don't give me the benfit of your doubt cause i'll
bite it off and spit it out we're cheapskates anything'll do we're cheapskates
what are we supposed to do? and we can rock hey, hey let's roll and
we can walk and do the stroll just because we're in a group you think we're
stinking rich and we all got model girls shedding every stitch and you
think the cocaine's flowing like a river up our noses and every sea will
part for us like the red one did for moses well i hope you make it one
day just like you always said you would some day and i'll get out my money
and make a bet that i'll be seein' you down the launderette.
All The Young Punks (New Boots And Contracts)
hanging about down the market street i spent a
lot of time on my feet when i saw some passing yabbos we did chance to
speak i knew how to sing y' know an they knew how to pose and one of them
had a les paul heart attack machine all the young punks laugh your life
cause
there ain't much to cry for all the young cunts live it now cause there
ain't much to die for everybody wants to bum a ride on the rock 'n roller
coaster and we went out got our name in small print on the poster of course
we got a manger though he ain't the mafia a contract is a contract when
they get 'em out on yer you gotta drag yourself to work drag yourself to
sleep you're dead from the neck up by the middle of the week face front
you got the future shining like a piece of gold but i swear as we get closer
it look more like a lump of coal but it's better than some factory now
that's no place to waste your youth i worked there for a week once i luckily
got the boot.