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We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done . . . We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway Ch: No police, no summons, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No layers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of hours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of hours So we followed your man back to your front door And we're waiting for you outside 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side Ch And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spend our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our own Ch |
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I went to my mother, Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Ch: Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't don't need you I went to my father Said please make me king Went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years and I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Ch History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old men went home silent and bowed The young men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just gunning for a crown - take it- take it all Ch: But now, now the lights go out . . . |
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It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done
But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes And I think we know the truth, both you and I Don't flutter your lashes like a little girl And ask me why it's such a cruel, cruel world, no Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to Well you can kill with the best of them but your smile remains so sweet When someone comes to eat me alive, I like to see their teeth If you really want I can name the names Be an angel of death at the children's games, so Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to - I know that you do There comes a time in your life you've got to grow up fast And I think that your time is coming now here at last It's not a crime to be innocent , these things we have not done But you cannot run forever, spring is past and gone Waiting in line at the fortune teller Waiting to hear some more pretty lies, he says Ch: Don't ask any more stupid questions You already know the answers to |
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She stares at the screen
At the little words of green Tries to remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration That across her face Searching for the key she should press And I would help her If I only know how But these things are a mystery to me too And it seems that the corporate Eyes they are watching She fears for her job And the moments are passing I stare at her nametag And think to myself Both you and I, we never asked For any of this So let's take a walk Up past the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night And we'll talk about Getting away from here Some difference kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air The jet fighters practise overhead And they're drilling these hills For uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste For our children to inherit And though this is all done For our town benefit, I swear We never asked for any of this This golden age of communication Means everyone talks at the same time And liberty just means Some freedom to exploit Any weakness that you can find Well turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to eachother instead And we'll hope that the Corporate ears Do not listen Lest we find ourselves committing Some kind of treason And filed in the tapes Without rhyme, without reason While they tell us that it's all For our own protection, I swear We never asked for any of this |
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There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the hall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world Ch: In the name of the people All of this is done in the name of the people They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodisiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired Ch Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask It's soldiers night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all Ch |
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Mother, Father, I'm doing OK
On the other side of the country, far away And though I know the things that you want to hear me say Sometimes these things are hard Mother, Father, I am your son Right down to the long thin pointed face And this muddled up and twisted tongue And now I find that I'm doing All those things you would have done Sometimes these things are hard Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine Mother, Father, all those battles that have been And the long, long silences that lay in between Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine |
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We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughing hearts In Poison Street they guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out loud Till the shadows go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of kids You gave me live You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go crashing through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away Ch: So just a kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us any more We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the streetlights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street . . . |
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The time I think most clearly The time I drift away Is on the busride that meanders Up these valleys of green and grey I get to think about what might have been And what may yet come true And I get to pass a rainy mile Thinking of you And all the while, all the while I still hear that call To the land of gold and poison That beckons to us all Nothing changes here very much I guess you'd say it never will The pubs are all full on Friday nights And things get started still We spent hours last week with Billy boy Bleeding, yeah queueing in casualty Staring at those posters we used to laugh at Never never land, palm trees by the sea Well there was no need for those guys To hurt him so bad When all they had to do Was knock him down But noone asks to many questions like that Since you left this town Ch: And tomorrow brings another train Another young brave steals away But you're the one I remember From these valleys of green and the grey You used to talk about winners and losers All the time - as if that was all there was As if we were not of the same blood family As if we live by different laws Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills Than you owe to your good self Is it true that the world has always got to be something that always seems to happen - somewhere else For God's sake don't you realise That I still hear that call Do you think you're so brave Just to go running To that which beckons to us all Ch No, not for one second Did you look behind you As you were walking away Never once did you wish any of us well Those who had chosen to stay And if that's what it takes to make it In the place that you live today Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey |
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Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how's it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone With sex and with money And with everything for free The show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV. Watch the dirty hands That laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and video A little bit to spare And go on promising That more could all be theirs Ch: All lies are lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a looser In the western dream The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering Those four letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell when to laugh They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Conforming their lives The way they hope will get them in Ch It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousands years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice Ch |
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Under darkening thundering towering skies We live through these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the enemy's gaze Well we all create monsters Come back for their masters The prices the Devil reclaims It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change Now above and beyond the roofs of our city The sunset spreads silent and gold And we passing the time not thinking about you Lost in our own little world Well the other night we put the radio on When we ran out of things we could say But it always play lovesongs When you're far away Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble Forget all the things that I've done And please believe like I still believe The best is yet to come The truth is yet to come So damn all the world And damn their demands And all the things that they say Cos they always play lovesongs When you're far away |
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Joey puts her make-up on really well
She looks cool in the flashing lights And all the boys gossip about the shape of her legs On these muddled up and drunken nights And if it's all got to end up between the sheets She can coo like a virgin dove But really she just doesn't want to be alone And if you want you can call that love M6 southbound roadside cafe on a wild wet and windy night There's a kid in a sleeping bag huddled in a corner, trying to beg a light He's got mum and dad tattooed on his arm From when he thought that that would make it alright He's got hope and fear on his young boy's face Another innocent taking flight, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe They said go, get out, we've got our own lives to lead Now that water is thicker than blood And every house is divided into single flats With their very own little welcome rug The shopping mall it is teeming with life Fighting for the goodies on the shelf But there's those funny old people on the escalators Talking to themselves, saying Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe Well I survive on my own for a while or so Upon a whim or a bottle of wine Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings I only changed my name a couple of times Please take me back Joey, I'm really sorry Can we try to make a happy home? But she's gone with someone else and they're starting a family Trying for a clan of their own, so Ch: Give me some place that I can go Where I don't have to justify myself Swimming out alone against this tide Looking for family looking for tribe |
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We are not children any more The fists you made they are come Bashing at your door Your legacy is waiting in the wings And there's something so familiar In the hunger that we bring We don't want to be like you Don't want to live like you Learn by our own mistakes, thank you Forcing time and pushing through Ch: You are not our heroes anymore Dim the lights the time is come Into the ring the father and the son Sown in sweat and passion long ago And now the blood on our hands Is the same as our own . . And the man has the skill And the man has the power But the boy has the will to win And so much time . . . Ch If you knew then What you know now to be true You never would have started This whole chain we're going through And you love us now But you hate us still And we hate you now But we love you still . . . Ch: You are not our heroes anymore You are not my mother You are not my father . . . |
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How did they do this to you?
How did they do this to you? Were you the weapon that they used As they tore apart the family Did they bring you here as they were passing through? How did they do this to you? And now you don't want to go home And now you say that you never will go home Take a tram across the city Past the places where your brother died Of the comfort for the girls who work alone And I can't tell you that you're not alone In the cities of the far north, the skies are cold and clear The loneliness is aching And after all this time and after all these words Your hands are still shaking Why did they do this to you? Why did they do this to you? Were they cut off from their past? Did they try to kill the future? Do we all forget the things that we once knew? Why did they do this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Who was it that did this to you? Well if I could have my way I would line them up against a wall Do unto them as they have done to you Who was it that did this? Who was it that did this to you? |
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When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything still we did nothing Harvested everything, planted nothing Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy Quietly knawing away at Her body Until we mortgage the future, bury our children Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given We send off the scragends to suckle the starving But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside Greedy, restless and unsatisfied I was never much one for the great "big bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power . . Just a little leak here and a small error there Another square mile poisoned forever A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles And out go the lights, never to return The affair it is over, the passion is dead She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes But we turn away from these bitter reproaches And take up distractions to forget what we're doing Well I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousands square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain And I wish and I wish We could start over again Yes I wish and I wish We could win back Her love once again |
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We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead Ch: We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children Prisoners forever With pulses a-raging And eyes full of wonder Kicking out behind us again Nighttime City Beat the radio is calling The lost and lonely in vain Out here we are running for the wide open spaces The roadsmell after the rain Ch And watching as a boy alone at the keyside The ships loading cargo in the night Their names all calling to faraway places The years go past, the miles go by And still this childhood romance will not die |
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Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask The ship she sails without a captain Ch: Goddamn this master race that we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf that we're serving I've had it up to here . . . The opposition, we ain't doing so well Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell bastard Ch Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy nights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now . . . So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the Master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Ch |
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I'm heading north I'm heading home Doing 125 I close my eyes and count to ten Ha ha yeah I'm still alive Perfect perfect tunnel vision Razor sharp and racing racing These moments, immortal No one touches this Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow Nothing that I need to know Or ever understand These things they flow as blood must flow Dust to dust and wind must blow You can die before you get old But me, I'm going to live forever The music plays, the party swings The gaiety walls come closing in I catch your eye, you take my hand Out into the night we run Dancing down those deadend streets Howling at the moon like little kids Out on the grass at the top of the hill Your breath tastes sw . . . Ch And if I say I hate this place Don't take it as personal And just cos I want to kill somebody Doesn't mean to say that I will And I don't think that that makes me crazy And anyway I'm way past caring There's a ride leaves out of here at 9.00 What do you say, what do you say Ch: Tonight we'll flow . . . |
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The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing Oh God I love the world Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace Oh God I love the world And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all I told you so, I told you so, I told you so . . Oh God I love the world |
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Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall It's open season on the weak and the feeble Their meagre ambitions their impotent fury There's bullet proof glass in case there is trouble No doors in the building between this side and that side I've tried to wrestle some unbalanced nightmare Tell myself over that I don't really live here But the boys run away leaving blood on the pavement And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up Joining the queue at the video library To watch ninety five minutes of simulated torture The conference hall rings to the standing ovation The people in blue ties rise from the podium Crazy with power, blinded by vision The mass-chosen leaders for a brutalized nation |
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Our history speaks in thunder
From a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice In honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn A- piercing in their side The brave new world is beckoning So the olden world must die In the offices of the city At all the tables of oak and power The snares are laid and baited For the approaching of the hour A hundred justifications And the presses are ready to roll The gateways to the nation They are firmly under control Ch: On on on, cried the leaders at the back We went galloping down the blackened hills And into the gaping trap The bridges are burnt behind us And there's waiting guns ahead Into the valley of death Rode the brave hundreds Well we called for some assistance From the friends that we had known But this is the 1980s And we were on our own We never felt like heroes Or martyrs to a cause Just battleweary soldiers In a bloody civil war Ch The massacre now is over And the order new enshrined While a quarter of the nation Are abandoned far behind Their leaders offer the cliché words So righteous in defeat But noone needs morality When there isn't enough to eat The unity bond is broken And the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother For even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private here Behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade The severing of the past Ch |
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Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done You believe what you read in the printed lies But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes And yes I've done a lot of things that you'd probably call a crime But I don't feel guilty for anything All the tongues waggle but we just smile That'll keep the little buggers going for a while I live within natural justice, I understand nature's law But as for your Christian morals . . . Oh, how you love this, how you love it You go out and you find it How you love it, how you love it Such horror, oh such a farce, a little bit of broken glass You should think yourself lucky that this was done You'll have something you can whine about for years to come EP: White Coats |
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We drive in silence beneath the grey dawning skies
Past the cooling towers where the white clouds slowly rise I watch the world through motionless eyes Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Raised as son of Empire, hardened like a piece of steel I am the master now of all that I can see This means so much to you but nothing much to me Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches Please take me home - I am very young. Please take me home. And yes I heard you screaming as you walked out of my door And yes I've seen those bloody faces picked up from the floor I feel nothing and yet I understand it all Nothing touches . . nothing ever touches |
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Well we know what makes the flowers grow But we don't know why And we all have the knowledge of DNA But we still die We perch so thin and fragile here Upon the land And the earth that moves beneath us We don't understand So we rush towards the judgment day When She reclaims A toast to the Luddite martyrs then Who died in vain Down at the lab they're working still Finishing off How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough is enough is enough? Ch: Hey, hey I listen to you pray As if some help will come Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone When we are dead and gone You and I we made no suicide pact We didn't want to die But we watch the wall, little darling While the chemical trucks go by This desperate initiation now Of innocence Those last few days at Jonestown Ain't got nothing on this Ch Now beneath the fitted carpets Beyond the padded cells Within these crimes of passion The naked truth She dwells And this fury's just a part And this thunder's just a part Desire is just a part The cracking ice, the splitting rock Ch Hey, hey to the suicide day The blind man blunders on Hey, hey She will dance on our graves When we are dead and gone As children learn about the world We built that wall of sand Along the beach we laboured hard With our brave hands We worked until the sun went down Beneath the waves And the tide came rolling splashing in Washed the wall away How do we tell the people in the white coats Enough is enough? |
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