1. The Magnificent Seven
2. Rock the Casbah
3. This Is Radio Clash
4. Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
5. Straight To Hell
6. Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
7. Clampdown
8. Train In Vain
9. The Guns Of Brixton
10. I Fought The Law (Sonny Curtis cover
song)
11. Somebody Got Murdered
12. Lost In The Supermarket
13. Bankrobber
1. White Man In Hammersmith Palais
2. London's Burning
3. Janie Jones
4. Tommy Gun
5. Complete Control
6. Capital Radio One
7. White Riot
8. Career Opportunities
9. Clash City Rockers
10. Safe European Home
11. Stay Free
12. London Calling
13. Spanish Bombs
14. English Civil War (Traditional)
15. Police And Thieves (Junior Murvin
& Lee Perry cover song)
The Magnificent Seven
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 "When
can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan... oright Chuck!" Wave bub-bub-bub-bye
to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng! Cheeesboiger! What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in
the car? Like cowboys do - in T.V. land You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work and sweat some more The sun will sink and we'll get
out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hits the town, he drinks
his wages You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice you ain't
gettin'? Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta
that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta
that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What
have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence! Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to
the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who
went on to win 50-nil You can be true, you can be false You be given the
same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way - through
the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion
millions? News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie Oooohh... bub-bye
Magnificence!
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.
This Is Radio Clash
interrupting all programes. this is radio
clash from pirate satellite. 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.
not 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.
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?
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.
Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
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. ad lib vocals.
Clampdown
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 do 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?
Train In Vain
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 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 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 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.
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
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 Yes, even shoot us But 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.
I Fought The Law (Sonny Curtis cover song)
breakin' rocks in the hot sun i fought the law
and the law won i needed money cause i had none 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 lost my girl and i lost my fun 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
i fought the law and the law won i fought the law and the...
Somebody Got Murdered
Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car
Some old 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?
Lost In The Supermarket
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 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 And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost.
Bankrobber
my daddy was a bankrobber, but he never hurt nobody.
he just 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.
sayin' how bad your luck is. so we came to jazz it up. we never
loved a shovel. break your back to earn your pay. and 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. cause 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.
White
Man In Hammersmith Palais
midnight to six man for the first time from jamaica
dillinger and leroy smart delroy wilson, your cool operator ken boothe
for U.K. 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 cause it won't get you anywhere fooling with your guns the british
army is waiting out there and 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 U.K. 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.
London's Burning
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 and 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.
Janie Jones
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... and he knows what he's got to do so he knows he's
gonna have fun with you you lucky lady! and he knows when the evening
comes when his job is done he'll be over in his car for you and 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! and 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.
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!
Complete Control
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 and 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!
Capital Radio One
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 cause 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.
White Riot
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. and everybody's doing just what they're
told to. and 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?
Career Opportunities
they 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 and 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.
Clash City Rockers
and 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. and 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. and 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.
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.
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.
London Calling
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 Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't
got no swing except 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 cause London is drowning and I
live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother,
you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding
out and draw another breath London calling and I don't wanna shout But
while 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 The ice age is coming
the sun is zooming in Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin A
nuclear error but I have no fear cause London is drowning and I live by
the river Now get this London calling, yes I was there too and you know
what they said... well, some of it was true! London calling at the
top of the dial and after all this, won't you give me a smile? I
never felt so much alike...
Spanish Bombs
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 Spanish
bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Spanish
bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón 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 señorita's rose was
nipped in the bud Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh
mi corazón Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh
mi corazón 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 corazón Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón.
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.
Police And Thieves (Junior Murvin & Lee Perry
cover song)
police and thieves in the streets 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.