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You got no job you got no pay
Join the military, sign today They'll take you off to fight on foreign shores You'll be your mother's pride and joy Her armed and dangerous golden boy A uniformed hero that shows no fear The khaki ranks of flesh and steel Learning how to smile and kill They'll teach you to ignore the screams and tears |
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A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone If you could look behind his thin disguise There's a hidden glint of madness in his eyes. Many men are fooled by his smile His superficial grace his charm his style Sardonicus is everybody's friend Sardonicus keeps smiling to the end. |
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There's no-one coming with that freedom train.
There's nowhere you can go where you feel no pain. Take the blinkers off you eye's, The power is in your hand. Stop waiting for your ticket to the promised land. There ain't no heaven and there ain't no hell. Except the one we're in, and you know to well There's no-one waiting on, Waiting on a higher high. Don't let the only world you're ever gonna live in pass you by. Burn two spliff play ital riddem Rub two dub burn ital collie Because the rhythm a the marshall And the rhythm a no partial go deh Seh the rhythm a the marshall And the rhythm a no partial Rub two dub burn ital collie Burn two spliff play ital riddem Because you jamming with you brethren Jam it 'till a morning Forget about the warning Have to jam it 'till a mornin' Burn two spliff play ital riddem Burn two spliff play ital riddem Seh you playing in a concrete style You playing in a resident style And then you jam it all the while Don't let it pass you by, You gonna wake up and wonder why Gone in the blues Go check on the news Go listen to political views Rub two dub burn ital collie Rub two dub burn ital collie New Cross was no gate-crash bomb... Rightful justice must be done! Burn two spliff and rock to the riddem Burn two spliff and rock to the riddem We don't deal with Isim Scisim We don't deal with Isim Scisim Deal with folly-dolly We don't deal with folly-dolly Burn two spliff play ital riddem Rub two dub burn ital collie 'cause you jammin' with your brethren Jam it 'till the morning Playin' in a conrete |
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I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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You might believe, and still you feel the chase has just begun.
That you must reach that horizon before the setting of the sun. You chase the light in front of you, nightfall close behind. If you stop to catch your breath, you know what you will find. Chorus Don't slow down don't touch the ground. You know what you will find. That old grey man in tattered clothes following behind. No time to stop, don't go to sleep, prepare to pay the cost. The hours and minutes are passing by, another day is lost. Impatience is a virtue, catch me if you can. The seconds have been ticking by since your life began |
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The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The sirens wail the engines roar A shadowed man just glances around A victim of life's mindless toil Lies cold and helpless on the ground The window dummies silent stare Bear witness on the nights If they could move What it would proved To see them all take flight The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The walls shout loud with angry words The people air their views The poor can scream but no-one hears The concrete jungle sings the blues |
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Ah who seh, sensimilla
Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya Ah who seh, sensimilla The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street A whole heap of wind-ups deh'pon the street Thiefing, looting, lying, me seh dep'pon the street A hustling, a hustling deh'pon the street Me seh a flat-foot hustling deh'pon the street The drug squad seh them dep'pon the street. B-line, mash it, me seh mash it, me seh B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh B-line, rub it, me seh dub it, me seh B-line, under heavy manners, me seh B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh B-line, mash it, me seh crash it, me seh B-line. |
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