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He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he don't like his boring job, no... An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you An' in the in-tray lots of work But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina That just won't run without fuel Fill her up, Jacko! An' the invoice it don't quite fit, There's no payola in his alphabetical file This time he's gonna really tell the boss Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels It's pretty bad! Let them know - how you feel |
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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Who needs remote control
From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now? Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead Look out' those rules and regulations Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey |
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| 2:25 |
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Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia But now he can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders An' they can't afford to miss a word I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week Never mind the stars and stripes Let's print the Watergate Tapes I'll salute the New Wave And I hope nobody escapes I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Move up Starsky For the C.I.A. Suck on Kojak For the USA |
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| 1:55 |
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White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own White riot - I wanna riot White riot - a riot of my own Black people gotta lot a problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick An' everybody's doing Just what they're told to An' nobody wants To go to jail! All the power's in the hands Of people rich enough to buy it While we walk the street Too chicken to even try it Everybody's doing Just what they're told to Nobody wants To go to jail! Are you taking over or are you taking orders? Are you going backwards Or are you going forwards? |
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| 2:05 |
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An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate...hate...hate... The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around Hate and war... I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek |
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| 1:40 |
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What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall! What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame.... I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know What's my name Dad go pissed so I got clocked Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box Drives you fucking mad What's my name Now I'm round the back of your house at night Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came What's my name |
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| 3:04 |
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DENY YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE DENY YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME AN' YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT TO THE 100 CLUB THEN YOU SAID IT AIN'T MY SCENE BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD YOU SAID YOU AIN'T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS DO YOU THINK I'M A RAVING IDIOT? JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE WHAT A LIAR - DENY WHAT A LIAR |
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| 2:11 |
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London's burning! London's burning!
All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television! London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone London's burning with boredom now... London's burning dial 99999 |
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| 9. |
| 1:52 |
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The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector They're gonna have to introduce conscription They're gonna have to take away my prescription If they wanna get me making toys If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice Careers Careers Careers Ain't never gonna knock |
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| 2:06 |
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I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY YOU BETTER CHEAT CHEAT NO REASON TO PLAY FAIR CHEAT CHEAT OR DON'T GET ANYWHERE CHEAT CHEAT IF YOU CAN'T WIN NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING IT'S BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, AN' FRIDAY NIGHT'S A RUIN IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE DON'T USE THE RULES THEY'RE NOT FOR YOU, THEY'RE FOR THE FOOLS AND YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL |
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| 1:45 |
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STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL WANNA DO IT'S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL IT'S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL I WANNA DO JOHNNY, JOHNNY |
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| 13. |
| 1:35 |
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FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS 48 THRILLS SO TELL ME AN' I'LL TAKE THE TUBE YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE'S BOUND TO BE RUDE CAN'T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN I'VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS |
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| 3:12 |
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Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life But I just wanna stay in the garage all night We're a garage band We come from garageland Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright Contracts in the offices, groups in the night My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing I don't wanna go to where the rich are going They think they're so clever, they think they're so right But the truth is only known by guttersnipes There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone Back in the garage There's five guitar players! But one guitar Back in the garage Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag Back in the garage All night |
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