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IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977 IN 1977 KNIVES IN WEST 11 LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977 IN 1977 YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977 SOD THE JUBILEE IN 1978 IN 1979 STAYED IN BED IN 1980 IN 1981 THE TOILET DON'T WORK IN 1982 IN 1983 HERE COME THE POLICE IN 1984 |
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| 2:43 | 
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| 3:04 |
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Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the D.E.A. locked him away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame Gave all his money away "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" And so they certified him insane And then there's Keith, waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you won't hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway Fuck 'em! Jail guitar doors 54/46 was my number Jail guitar doors Right now someone else has that number |
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| 4. |
| 2:22 |
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE! AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN SELLING REVOLUTION THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP WITH SELF-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM |
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| 3:25 |
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It is you, oh yeah It is you, oh yeah I said a pressure drop, Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said when it drops Oh you gonna feel it Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong Now when it drops Oh you gonna feel it That you were doin' it wrong and how I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it wrong Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been doin' wrong Now when it drops, drop Feel it You make the wrong move Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been it doin' wrong I said, pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Now when it drops on your dirty little head Where you gonna go? It's you, you, you When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure... I said a pressure drop |
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| 7. |
| 2:59 |
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STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' AT ME BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY? 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU `COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL ALONE I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU I SAID 1-2 I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YET? |
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| 3:29 |
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THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UP AN' THE TERRACE IT IS FENCED IN SEE-THROUGH SHIELDS ARE WALLED ACROSS THE WAY THAT YOU CAME IN BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED AS THE LORRIES BRING THE BACON IN 'COS THE HOUSEWIVES ARE ALL SINGING GROOVY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN THEY DISCOVERED ONE BLACK SATURDAY THAT MOBS DON'T MARCH THEY RUN SO YOU CAN EXCUSE THE NERVOUS TRIGGERMAN JUST THIS ONCE FOR JUMPING THE GUN AS THEY WERE PICKING UP THE DEAD OUT OF THE BROKEN GLASS YES IT'S NUMBER ONE, THE RADIO SAID GROOVY TIMES HAVE COME TO PASS! GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES THE INTAKE IS ON THE UPTAKE THE ACCELERATION'S PRETTY GRIM I CAN REMEMBER HIS FIRST APPEARANCE NOW LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM SO THEY PUT HIM IN A DOG SUIT LIKE FROM 1964 THE KING OF EARLY EVENING TV GROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE GROOVY TIMES |
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| 9. |
| 3:25 |
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I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way From Camden town station to 44th and 8th Not many make it this far and many say we're great But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate Can't you hear the sighing Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both say they needed something new So I'm standing at the gates of the west I burn money at the lights of the sign The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime I'm standing at the gates of the east I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend The city casts a shadow, will I see you again? The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates He's telling the waitress he's great Ah say i know somewhere back'n'forth in time Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday There's a move into the future for the USA. I hear them crying Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both said they needed something new Standing at the gates of the west In the shadow again I'm standing at the gates of the west In the shadow again |
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| 3:19 |
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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 'Cos 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 |
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| 4:04 |
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| 12. |
| 8:53 |
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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 JUSTICE TONIGHT RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT JUSTICE TONIGHT REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH ARMEGIDEON TIME IT'S ARMAGIDEON IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE A LOT OF PEOPLE USE A CALCULATOR A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE SITTIN' DOWN BY THE LIGHT THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER ARMAGIDEON TIME ARMAGIDEON REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER ARMAGIDEON TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE AIN'T GOT NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT TO STAND OUT BACK |
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| 4:42 |
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My Daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved Never loved a shovel Break The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A Someday you'll meet your rocking chair Cos that's where we're spinning There's Yeah My daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He Get away, get away Money He loved to steal your money |
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| 3:53 |
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| 2:33 |
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THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP FOR TWENTY SQUARE MILES! THEY TOOK IT INTO THE NUCLEAR MINE JUDGING BY THIS, THEY LEFT NOTHING BEHIND DOWN IN THE BUNKERS IN THE CRUST OF THE EARTH NOW CROUCH THE WEALTHY AND THE NOBLE OF BIRTH IF I COULD A RIDE A TRAIN AROUND THE CITY THAT HOLDS THIS AS OUR FATE I'D HIDE FROM ELECTRO-CIRCUIT CENTRAL TO THE SHOCK INDUCER GATE NOT FORGETTING THE BY-PASS ACROSS THE WASHINGTON HOOKS THROUGH THE PHONES AND DESKS AND SCREENS OF THE KREMLIN'S CROOK OF CROOKS THERE'S SOME PANEL IN A CIRCUIT BOARD DESTINATION OF THE OVERRIDE SCANNING THE WILD WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE BERLIN CORRIDOR SPOTLIT IN A PALACE, SHIELDED FROM DUST MALFUNCTION OR NOT, THE FAILSAFE IS THE CRUX SO FAR AWAY FROM US, SHAKING WITH THE MYSTERY TEARS ONE LONELY NIGHT IN LADBROKE GROVE FAR AWAY IN THE DESERTS OF OMAHA! THEY GOT IT NAILED DOWN-SWISS TIGHT! THE BANK NOTES OF EUROPE THE EMPERORS AND KINGS CURL IN THE AUTUMN AS THE BURNING OF LEAVES AND I'VE CLEANED MY BLACK GUITAR... |
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| 16. |
| 5:36 |
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Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your car out of that gear Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Get your car out of that gear |
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| 17. |
| 4:11 |
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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 NOH 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 |
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| 3:01 |
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The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out For the petrol on the black This time I think So what the hell There's that female I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again To see my lovely town That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over And search right through our clothes They give him hell They check him on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo |
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| 2:57 |
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Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots! As they were dancing in the evening And the light shone through the trees This girl my eye was following Asked the band to play her a beat Singin' she'd do that long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Ohhh your heart Now my heart will burst Oh no Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland I witnessed long ago Babbling words of preachers Sayin'- "Don't bury me no more" Ohh... And I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be won! We dance Long time jerk She did it to me first Ohhh my heart With that long time jerk Ah! Say..... Do that long time jerk. Bring on those tapes from the past They make you look better in a mirror Feel that long time jerkin' Between the taker and the giver Feel that... Long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Oh I felt my heart Now my heart will burst I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be fun! Oh, through lanes and streets and houses And reversing rush of time She made me re-invent the world Before inventing time (Before inventing time) Long time jerk Oh, she hit me where it hurts Ohhhhh my heart Long time jerk Long, long, long, long, long Long time Long time jerk |
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| 3:14 |
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BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT REACTIVE SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONGTIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE PARTY JAM ON THE LINE I CAN'T HEAR A THING CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLL IT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS; ANYBODY STAR-GILT WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY TO STRIKE OUT TODAY MY GODFATHER HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL SAID GO GET 'EM KID BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT ROMANTIC SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONG TIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK |
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| 4:26 |
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The sheik he drove his cadillac Shareef Rockin the casbah Rock He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it You know he really hates it Really, really hates it |
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