In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright And those golden faces are under 25 They wanna say, they gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you've said your bit-a
And I know what you're thinking You're sick of that kind of crap But you'd better listen man Because the kids know where it's at
In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man We wanna say, we gonna tell ya About the young idea And if it don't work, at least we still tried
In the city, in the city In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
Oi! All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command
What's the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere
We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance
You can't dismiss what is gone before But there's foundations for us to explore
I said - All around the world I've been looking for new -
Youth explosion!
A new direction - We want a reaction - Inflate creation - Looking for new!
What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing
This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong
Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review
Power, Pop! Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don't believe in everything you see or hear The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on They tell us what they want - they don't give an inch
Look at the pictures taken by the cameras they cannot lie The truth is in what you see - not what you read Little men tapping things out - points of view Remember their views are not the gospel truth
Don't believe it all Find out for yourself Check before you spread News of the world News of the world
Never doubt Never ask Never moan Never search Never find Never know News of the world
Each morning our key to the world comes through the door More than often its just a comic, not much more Don't take it too serious - not many do Read between the lines and you'll find the truth
Read all about it, read all about it - news of the world
I am a dull and simple lad Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot
He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all he has got I wish I could be like David Watts
And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed
Where the streets are pave with blood, with cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly no-go deadly zone I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in the Army, they've called in the police
I'm stranded on the vortex floor My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour Through the haze I can see my girl Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City Now it's spreading through the country
Law and order takes a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell me that you're still a free man Well if this is freedom I don't understand 'cause it seems like madness to me.
'A' bomb in Wardour Street. Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb!
A Philistine nation, of degradation, And hate and war. There must be more. It's Doctor Martin's A P O C A L Y P S E Apocalypse!
The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs But when you ask in a strange town They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line You've got to walk and talk in four four time You can't be weird in a strange town You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose You can't be nice in a strange town 'Cause we don't know, don't care And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops I stop off in a back street Buy myself a snort We got our own manifesto Be kind to queers And I'm so glad the revolution's here It's nice and warm now!
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud 'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror But I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen Looking back at me Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young
But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end
But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun"
And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam
It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum
Here we go again, it's Monday at last, He's heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones' 'How's the wife and home?' 'Did you get the car you've been looking for?'
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there You're part of the production line, You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines, Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time, The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine, 'Good Morning Smithers Jones' 'The boss wants to see you alone' 'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for'
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
'Come in Smithers old boy' 'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet' 'I've some news to tell you' 'There's no longer a position for you' - 'Sorry Smithers Jones'.
Put on the kettle and make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovie Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovie It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss Work and work and work and work till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry
Sup up your beer and collect your fags - There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself
Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room All that rugby puts hairs on your chest What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?
Hello-Hurray - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing
Hello-Hurray - cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy...
What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy...
We came out of it naturally the worst: Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt. We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week.
Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Some people might say my life is in a rut But I'm quite happy with what I've got People might say that I should strive for more But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Something's happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money - of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak
What you see is what you get You've made your bed, you'd better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
La la la la...
We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground, I'm going underground!
La la la la...
These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout, Going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pow, pow, pow Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
I sat alone with the dreams of children Weeping willows and tall dark building, I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there
I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children I got a feeling of optimism But woke up to a grey and lonely picture The streets below left me feeling dirty, and
I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight
I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and
I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight You will choke on your dreams tonight
A police car and a screamin' siren Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking
That's entertainment That's entertainment
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat Lights going out and a kick in the balls
I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah
Days of speed and slow-time Mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls
I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la La la la la la
Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays
That's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away
That's entertainment That's entertainment
Two lovers kissing masks a scream of midnight Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude Getting a cab and travelling on buses Reading the grafitti about slashed-seat affairs
I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah
It's not important for you to know my name Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in this world Feels as desperate as me And what you give is what you get
It doesn't matter if we never meet again What we have said will always remain If we get through for two minutes only It will be a start! For knowing that someone in this life Loves with a passion called hate And what you give is what you get
If I never ever see you If I never ever see you If I never ever see you - again
Down in amongst the streets tonight Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and dispise love in a crises (what with today's high prices) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring what's left of all your love for the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home (well I feel so old, when I feel so young well I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
In echoed steps I walked across an empty dream I looked across this world, there was no one to be seen This empty feeling turned and quietly walked away I saw no warmth in life - no love was in my eyes I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts!
I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do
I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts!
In echoed steps you walk across an empty dream But look around this world, there's millions to be seen Come see the tyrants panic see their crumbling empires fall Then tell 'em we don't fight for fools - 'cos love is in our hearts!
I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do
You can lose some hours thinking of it You need the strength to go and get what you want You can lose a lifetime thinking of it And lose an era daydreaming like I do oooooooo
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'Cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cos those rosey days are few And...stop apologising for the things you've never done 'Cos time is short and life is cruel But it's up to us to change This town called Malice
Rows and rows of disused milk floats Stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing When tears come fast and furious In a town called Malice
Struggle after struggle, year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called Malice
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef Gets dashed against the co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear It's a big decision in a town called Malice
The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere Just going 'round and 'round Playground kids and creaking swings Lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will But I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called Malice
