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| 3:49 | 
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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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| 2. |
| 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. |
| 3:03 |
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It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
She giggle[s] at the screen 'cause it looks so green There's carpets on the pavement And feathers in her eye But sooner or later, her new friends will realize That Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad She can't even look you in the eye (Well) Well it seemed like a dream; too good to be true Stash it in the bank while the tablets grow high In their Millions And everybody's high (Hi, man...) But there's someone looking down From that mountain side 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! [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 Oh oh, alive Oh yeah, alive Oh oh, alive Oh! 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's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad They put him in a cell, they said 'you wait here' You got the time to count all of your hair You got fifteen years That's 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 Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! Ten years for you Nineteen for you And you can get out in twenty-five That is if you're still... Alive Oh oh, alive You're still I said you're still |
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| 4. |
| 5:12 |
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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 infighting 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 An' 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 An' when some punk come alooking for sound Rastaferi goes to ground The white heart flipped his pocket dipped 'Cos 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 rockabily 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 |
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| 6. |
| 3:43 |
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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 wantsa user Nobody needs a loser So kick him out that door An' 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 An' 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 'N someone better worry 'Cos 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 |
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| 3:38 |
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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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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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I have been a washer up
An' he has been a scrubber up An' I seen him a picking up Dog ends in the rain An' 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 An' what you say can't steal you better leave I don't like to hang about In this lonely room 'Cos 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 'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out We're cheapskates anything'll do We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do? An' we can rock Hey hey let's roll An' we can walk An' do the stroll Just because we're in a group You think we're stinking rich 'N we all got model girls Shedding every stitch 'N You think the cocaine's flowing Like a river up our noses 'N 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 |
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| 9. |
| 4:55 |
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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 An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine All the young punks Laugh your life Cos there ain't much to cry for All the young cunts Live it now Cos 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 manager Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer You gotta drag yourself to work Drug 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 |
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