london calling

london calling to the faraway towns
now war is declared - and battle come down
london calling to the underworld
come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
london calling, now don't look to us
phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
london calling, see we ain't got no swing
'cept for the reign of that truncheon thing

the ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
engines stop running, but i have no fear
cause london is burning and i live by the river

london calling to the imitation zone
forget it, brother, you can go at 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 running out
london calling, see we ain't got no high
except for that one with the yellowy eyes

the ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
a nuclear error, but i have no fear
cause london is drowning and i, i live by the river

now get this
london calling, yes, i was there, too
an' 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?
london calling

i never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a

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

y'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

train in vain

say you stand by your man
tell me something i don't understand
you said you loved me and that's a fact
and then you left me, said you felt trapped

well some things you can't explain away
but the heartache's in me till this day

you didn't you stand by me
no, not at all
you didn't 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 can't be happy without you round

so alone i keep the wolves at bay
and 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 of 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

lost in the supermarket

i'm all lost in the supermarket
i can no longer shop happily
i came in here 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

spanish bombs

spanish songs in andalucia
the shooting sites in the days of ’39
oh, please leave, the ventana open
federico 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 quiero, oh mi corazón
spanish bombs; yo te quiero y finito
yo te quiero, 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 quiero, oh mi corazón
spanish bombs; yo te quiero y finito
yo te quiero, 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, fixing 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 bombs; yo te quiero y finito
yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
spanish bombs; yo te quiero y finito
yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón

spanish songs in andalucia:
mandolina, oh mi corazón
spanish songs in granada, oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón

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 shakin' to the top
they shake it for his cadalac
he went a' cruisin' down the ville
the muezzin was a' standing
on the radiator grille

shareef don't like it
rockin' the casbah
rock the casbah
shareef dont 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 kettle drum
the local guitar picker
got his guitar picking thumb
as soon as the sherif
had cleared the square
they began to wail

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 wiff
of that crazy casbah jive

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 shereef was
chauffeured outta there
the jet pilots tuned to
the cockpit radio blare

as soon as shereef was
outta their hair
the jet pilots wailed

he thinks it's not kosher
fundamentally he can't take it
you know he really hates it

bankrobber

my daddy was a bankrobber
but he never hurt nobody
he just loved to live that way
and he 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
sayln' how bad your luck is

so we came to jazz it up
we never loved a shovel
break your back to earn your pay
an' 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
cos 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

death or glory

now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world
and ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how

death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story

'n' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
but i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
he who fucks nuns will later join the church

death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story

musical interlude

fear in the down sex
they say lie low
you say ok
don’t wanna play a show
no other thinking
would you get that boy now
playing the blues of kings
sure looks better now

death or glory just another story
death or glory just another story

from every dingy basement on every dingy street
every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
that's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
if you’ve been trying for years we already heard your song

death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory just another story

gotta launch long way
fight a long time
get to travel over mountains
got to travel over seas
we gonna fight your brother
we gonna fight til you loose
we gonna raise trouble
we gonna raise hell
we gonna fight your brother
we gonna raise hell

death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story

death or glory just another story
death or glory becomes just another story

police and thieves

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

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
but you'll have to answer to
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