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| + | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
| + | ===== The Business ===== | ||
| + | ==== Drinking & driving ==== | ||
| + | Half past 5 I'm in | ||
| + | the pub | ||
| + | Six O' | ||
| + | Eight O' | ||
| + | Sod the walk I'll take the car | ||
| + | |||
| + | Knock it back | ||
| + | Have another one | ||
| + | Drinking and driving is so much fun | ||
| + | |||
| + | In the motor off you go | ||
| + | Not too fast and not too slow | ||
| + | Keep your head and keep your cool | ||
| + | Must avoid that rightful pull | ||
| + | |||
| + | As you meander down the road | ||
| + | Don't forget your highway code | ||
| + | See the spot and take your pick | ||
| + | Out of the car to be sick! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Spirit Of The Street ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | I'm coming at you | ||
| + | with the spirit of the street | ||
| + | From the ghettos with a hardcore beat | ||
| + | It don't matter if you're black or white | ||
| + | It's not your colour that makes it right | ||
| + | IF YOU MAKE A STAND | ||
| + | I'LL STAND WITH YOU | ||
| + | IF YOU TAKE MY HAND | ||
| + | WE'LL SEE IT THROUGH | ||
| + | Oi you punk what's wrong with you | ||
| + | Hardcore kids are coming through | ||
| + | Oi you skin how about you | ||
| + | You must unite or we'll be through | ||
| + | We've done our best to get by | ||
| + | Problems with this issue won't subside | ||
| + | One by one you can make a choice | ||
| + | One beating heart and inner voice | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Blood Ties ==== | ||
| + | In the dark and | ||
| + | sunless hours | ||
| + | On the streets of London town | ||
| + | There stood you and the boys | ||
| + | And you were always messing around | ||
| + | When the streets are out ot get you | ||
| + | And the sun refuses to shine | ||
| + | What's s kid supposed to do | ||
| + | But turn his life into crime | ||
| + | SOME SAY YOU WERE CRAZY | ||
| + | IT AIN'T TRUE (IF THEY ONLY KNEW) | ||
| + | HALF THE KIDS IN LONDON | ||
| + | ARE LIKE YOU | ||
| + | There was talk you killed your rival | ||
| + | But talking is no proof | ||
| + | You'll be off the manor for a while now | ||
| + | They don't believe the truth | ||
| + | Your brother is still alive though | ||
| + | He pulled through after all | ||
| + | The damage was superficial | ||
| + | When you pushed him for that fall | ||
| + | Night held you back | ||
| + | As you went through the door | ||
| + | You left a man lying | ||
| + | With a bullet on the floor | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth ==== | ||
| + | How dare you sit | ||
| + | in judgment | ||
| + | Of working girls on the game | ||
| + | You're just as guilty your honour | ||
| + | Hiding facts behind your fame | ||
| + | DISHING OUT A PRISON TERM | ||
| + | FOR WHAT SHOULD BE THEIR RIGHT | ||
| + | WE WANT THE TRUTH | ||
| + | THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING | ||
| + | BUT THE TRUTH | ||
| + | Pass the buck with a sentence | ||
| + | Learned upholder of decency | ||
| + | Dishonored your bench and all who sit on it | ||
| + | Paid young girls frequently | ||
| + | With your friends in high places | ||
| + | Hypocrite son of a bitch | ||
| + | The only reason you're still here | ||
| + | Is coz you're filthy rich | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== One Common Voice ==== | ||
| + | Stole the name | ||
| + | from the working class | ||
| + | Turned us into working brass | ||
| + | Sweating till my back breaks everyday | ||
| + | Take the long walk through the factory gates | ||
| + | As a nation is born a city is laid | ||
| + | A power generates for political gain | ||
| + | The rich man makes his way to capital goal | ||
| + | As a working man tries to make his way in the world | ||
| + | WE'RE ONE COMMON VOICE (x3) | ||
| + | IN THE WORLD | ||
| + | Some say your cards are all dealt in advance | ||
| + | Some say you're never ever given a chance | ||
| + | Till the day you die hope purities help | ||
| + | When the morning bell rings you're on the way to hell | ||
| + | Borders are the same between our kind and theirs | ||
| + | Been the fucking same for hundreds of years | ||
| + | As the working class struggles to get ahead | ||
| + | Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== What's The Story ==== | ||
| + | Was born and bred | ||
| + | Lived here all my life | ||
| + | Don't know why | ||
| + | But it just seemed right | ||
| + | Can't change me local | ||
| + | Can't change the firm | ||
| + | This is my story | ||
| + | Just listen and learn | ||
| + | NOW I'M A LOT WISER | ||
| + | I'M A FATHER OF A SON | ||
| + | TIMES HAVE CHANGED | ||
| + | I THOUGHT IT'S NEVER COME | ||
| + | Starting in a band | ||
| + | So young and nice | ||
| + | I didn't believe | ||
| + | Went over to football | ||
| + | Drank in the pubs | ||
| + | Couldn' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Justice Not Politics ==== | ||
| + | Newspapers, | ||
| + | Magazines, Jobs galore | ||
| + | Middle class students, oh what a bore | ||
| + | Designer labels trendy post codes | ||
| + | Putting Charlie up your nose | ||
| + | Brand new cars take a look | ||
| + | Paid by daddy' | ||
| + | Your rebellion stands at the back of the club | ||
| + | Inking down notes with the bands blood | ||
| + | WE WANT JUSTICE NOT POLITICS (x4) | ||
| + | LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE YOU TURN TAIL AND RUN | ||
| + | WHAT YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN NOW YOU TAKE THE PISS | ||
| + | BY WORD OF MOUTH AND NEGATIVE PRESS | ||
| + | What goes through your mind is a mystery | ||
| + | You watch street bands kickin in history | ||
| + | We're having a say your having a go | ||
| + | You're the first to spot a row at a punk show | ||
| + | Dancing and music' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== One Thing Left To Say ==== | ||
| + | Caught up in | ||
| + | something | ||
| + | You didn't wanna do | ||
| + | It's not your fault so I'll leave it up to you | ||
| + | I'm trying, You're buying | ||
| + | One thing left to say | ||
| + | That there must be a better way | ||
| + | Thought you were big and brave | ||
| + | Now it's the only thing you crave | ||
| + | You've blacked out your memory | ||
| + | Is there anything out there you can see | ||
| + | I'm trying, You're buying | ||
| + | One thing left to say | ||
| + | That there must be a better way | ||
| + | Know you need help but you won't admit it | ||
| + | Going to them might put in it | ||
| + | Trying to handle your addiction | ||
| + | It's in your blood it's an affliction | ||
| + | I'm trying, You're buying | ||
| + | One thing left to say | ||
| + | That there must be a better way | ||
| + | I'm trying, Your buying | ||
| + | One thing left to say | ||
| + | That there must be a better way | ||
| + | Cry to the world you wanna break out | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Death To Dance ==== | ||
| + | It drives me mad, | ||
| + | it makes me sick | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | Just ecstasy and laser lights | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | DEATH TO DANCE, DEATH TO DANCE | ||
| + | GOTTA KILL IT OFF WHILE WE GOT A CHANCE | ||
| + | Anonymous faces senseless noise | ||
| + | Music by numbers electric toys | ||
| + | Kids ain't brainless know what you nicked | ||
| + | Money from mugs another bands hit | ||
| + | It's disco music with another name | ||
| + | We smashed 'em up now we're back again | ||
| + | Dealers in the warehouse being brave | ||
| + | Now the time to rave to the grave | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== No Time 4 U ==== | ||
| + | We grew up | ||
| + | together when we were only kids | ||
| + | Fighting against a world that didn't really exist | ||
| + | Don't know where it went wrong | ||
| + | And I don't know who to blame | ||
| + | |||
| + | NO TIME FOR YOU NOW | ||
| + | STILL WE CARRY ON | ||
| + | (x3) | ||
| + | Nestling on your pedestal low as low can be | ||
| + | The streets where we came from is where I wanna be | ||
| + | A rumour here a rumour there this time you're gonna fall | ||
| + | Time has passed the youth has gone you didn't get the call | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== SE12 ==== | ||
| + | I went to school | ||
| + | with Joey James said he's gonna make it anyway | ||
| + | Football, crime, rock n' roll Nothing else could save his soul | ||
| + | Headed out on his motorbike We were sixteen and loved a fight | ||
| + | Weekend gangsters old school mob the passion of youth and being a yob | ||
| + | WE WERE THE BOYS OF SE12 | ||
| + | A villain is a fighter and keeps on his toes carries a reputation wherever he | ||
| + | goes | ||
| + | Me and Joey were angels to the crew like villains we wanted to die for you | ||
| + | The children had gone inside for the day while back in bar the mob streams away | ||
| + | Something' | ||
| + | gun | ||
| + | Something' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Crime Of The Century ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | It all started way | ||
| + | back then | ||
| + | A lifetime of robbery down in the East End | ||
| + | The jailbird' | ||
| + | I got no money | ||
| + | It's easy to see what time has done to me | ||
| + | A broken man without any stability | ||
| + | IT'S THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY (x2) | ||
| + | PROFESSION OF VIOLENCE DON'T MEAN MUCH TO ME | ||
| + | Whispers of a job | ||
| + | Some things never change down in the Southside | ||
| + | This is my action I want a piece of it | ||
| + | Safety deposit box | ||
| + | The place I'm gonna nick it is up in Knightsbridge | ||
| + | This is my chance to get on my feet again | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Informer ==== | ||
| + | Why'd you give him | ||
| + | 18 years | ||
| + | Leave a family drowning in tears | ||
| + | Baby boy baby girl | ||
| + | Now their lives a living hell | ||
| + | Some say it shouldn' | ||
| + | But life on the dole ain't no fun | ||
| + | SHOULDN' | ||
| + | YOU'RE AN INFORMER | ||
| + | You didn't have to name him to the law | ||
| + | Just trying to stop from being poor | ||
| + | Hopes the kids will pull through | ||
| + | Without a dad coz of you | ||
| + | Some say it shouldn' | ||
| + | But life on the dole ain't no fun | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Southgate (Euro '96) ==== | ||
| + | Gareth Southgate | ||
| + | stood on the spot | ||
| + | Couldn' | ||
| + | He'd be a hero with one toe punt | ||
| + | But sent it at the keeper oh what a cunt | ||
| + | SOUTHGATE' | ||
| + | SOUTHGATE' | ||
| + | Should he hit to the left | ||
| + | Should he hit to the right | ||
| + | Don't really matter coz he was shite | ||
| + | That's the way our luck goes | ||
| + | Couldn' | ||
| + | If I score this it'll be a killer | ||
| + | Coz they won't let me at Aston Villa | ||
| + | Didn't take a run up for the kick | ||
| + | Even me mum thinks I'm a prick | ||
| + | DANCE NOW WHATEVER YOU WILL BE | ||
| + | BUT HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY | ||
| + | SO WE SMASHED UP THE TOWN | ||
| + | WHEREVER WE MAY BE | ||
| + | COZ HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Hardcore Hooligan ==== | ||
| + | YOU'RE JUST A | ||
| + | HOOLIGAN | ||
| + | A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN | ||
| + | (x2) | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | Cost of the tickets has gone through the roof | ||
| + | Hard to afford we're the living proof | ||
| + | Football clubs taking the piss | ||
| + | Boys like you don't put up with this | ||
| + | All seater grounds the rucking' | ||
| + | But up at the station we'll still have a war | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Get Out While You Can ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | You never question you never ask why | ||
| + | You never listen you never try | ||
| + | Never want to make a stand | ||
| + | With people like you, humanity' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Get out while you can (x3) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Get Out | ||
| + | Bomb could drop but you don't care | ||
| + | The cupboard' | ||
| + | People repressed but you don't see | ||
| + | The normal attitude sickens me | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Blind Justice ==== | ||
| + | Burn Burn Burn the papers scream out loud | ||
| + | Die die die sang the voices in the crowd | ||
| + | Lock him up and throw him in a cell | ||
| + | He didn't do it and you know full well | ||
| + | So burn burn burn the papers scream out loud | ||
| + | Die die die sang the voices in the crowd | ||
| + | |||
| + | And when it was over where did you go | ||
| + | |||
| + | To look at the photos of a dead hero | ||
| + | He was a victim of inhuman revenge | ||
| + | He was a scapegoat for political ends | ||
| + | And no one knows if he did it or not | ||
| + | They never thought that when they tightened the knot | ||
| + | Burn burn burn the papers screamed out loud | ||
| + | Die die die sang the people in the crowd | ||
| + | Lock him up and throw him in a cell | ||
| + | He didn't do it and you know full well | ||
| + | He wasn't there but you don't really care | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Work Or Riot ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | The winter of discontent' | ||
| + | Thatchers got trouble with her hearing | ||
| + | The voices of many are going unheard | ||
| + | I'd try to laugh if it wasn't absurd | ||
| + | |||
| + | This generation won't keep quiet | ||
| + | |||
| + | Work work work or riot | ||
| + | The time is now, to Unite | ||
| + | Work Work Work or riot | ||
| + | The old generation sit cold and die | ||
| + | Feed their facts and live the lie | ||
| + | In the papers every day | ||
| + | So many rebebls being put away | ||
| + | Have you ever heard punk on the radio? | ||
| + | Have you ever been to a skinhead show | ||
| + | No escape for people like you | ||
| + | Did that happen in your time too? | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== The Employers Blacklist ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Job chances seem very thin | ||
| + | Its a losing battle we all must win | ||
| + | The CBI are winning, keep down the pay | ||
| + | Mysterious people calling early in the day | ||
| + | The ' | ||
| + | No tears are shed for the children and the wife | ||
| + | The daly's ignore it or trat it with tact | ||
| + | Still when they have been known to report the fact | ||
| + | |||
| + | In our country so fair and free | ||
| + | |||
| + | Say the holders of our economy | ||
| + | There is a monster said no to exist | ||
| + | They call it the emloyers blacklist | ||
| + | Nobody really knows whats going on | ||
| + | Be a rebel and you'll always be wrong | ||
| + | Sam old faces are always seen | ||
| + | One side of the story told to the screen | ||
| + | The government is too wise to be tricked | ||
| + | Anyone too clever has to be nicked | ||
| + | You listen to this and you'll think i'm sick | ||
| + | Well if you think that mug, you've got to be sick | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Nobody Listened ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Didn't want the dole money in his hand | ||
| + | So he formed a chaos band | ||
| + | He didn't depend on anyone | ||
| + | He wanted to have some fun | ||
| + | |||
| + | Johnny took a chance thats what he said | ||
| + | |||
| + | Nobody listened and now he's dead | ||
| + | He didn't want no boring job | ||
| + | Or to become part of the mob | ||
| + | He didn't rely on anyone | ||
| + | And so became a kid on the run | ||
| + | He was the one who led the crowd | ||
| + | The law said his voice was too loud | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | And later that night he passed away | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Suburban Rebels ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | They' | ||
| + | Tom Robinson' | ||
| + | Flared blue jeans and anoraks | ||
| + | With yellow streaks all down their backs | ||
| + | Who act so tough when their on TV | ||
| + | But trendy wankers don't scare me | ||
| + | Oi! Oi! Oi!-The chosen few | ||
| + | This is what we think of you | ||
| + | |||
| + | Suburban Rebels playing at reds | ||
| + | You would be urban terrorists | ||
| + | You don't scare us with your badges and banners | ||
| + | You know fuck all about heavy manners | ||
| + | Youre middle class kiddies from public school | ||
| + | Who writes your slogans on toilet walls | ||
| + | Like Tony Benns clones in plastic Macs | ||
| + | You wave hammer and sickle never Union Jacks | ||
| + | Got lots of mouth when you're in a crowd | ||
| + | But when you're alone-You don't speak loud | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Mortgage Mentality ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | I run a shop upon the hill | ||
| + | I give out orders at my will | ||
| + | People do as they' | ||
| + | Till the day that they' | ||
| + | Apart from work, life's a toss | ||
| + | 'Cos at home my wife's the boss | ||
| + | Ive got mortgage n all the loans | ||
| + | And a wife, 3 kids, and moans | ||
| + | |||
| + | Mortgage mentality, Mortgage mentality (x2) | ||
| + | |||
| + | I'm not really the one in charge | ||
| + | For this shop is much too large | ||
| + | I just wouldn' | ||
| + | I'm just another fool | ||
| + | For the guvnor its plain to see | ||
| + | That it's just got to be me | ||
| + | I'm the one with all the debts | ||
| + | So i've got to be the best bet | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Guttersnipe ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | You preach anarchy but you make the rules | ||
| + | Setting up heroes like celluloid fools | ||
| + | In 20 lines you put the world tonight | ||
| + | You're anti-war, but you wanna fight | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guttersnipe, | ||
| + | |||
| + | You ain't worth woth a light | ||
| + | You spread lies to hide the truth | ||
| + | Leaders of the misled youth | ||
| + | Promote the myth to hide the vice | ||
| + | Intelects who don't think twice | ||
| + | You've got your badges, you've got your causes | ||
| + | Label under civilian forces | ||
| + | In black and whit upon your face | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Real Enemy ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Reality punk is all together | ||
| + | Fighting each other, it just aint clever | ||
| + | You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend | ||
| + | If we don't stand together then this is the end | ||
| + | Todays youth stand together | ||
| + | In your combat or your leather | ||
| + | There is a cause, a cause to fight | ||
| + | Not each other, we must unite | ||
| + | |||
| + | Fight the real enemy (x4) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Banned from the clubs every night | ||
| + | Same old story, will you ever see the light? | ||
| + | Everyone together now listen to me | ||
| + | Don't fight each other fight the real enemy | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Another Rebel Dead ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | They found him in the lane | ||
| + | With cocaine in his brain | ||
| + | They found him on his own | ||
| + | But he didn't die alone | ||
| + | |||
| + | I heard what they said, Another Rebel dead | ||
| + | |||
| + | They say he killed himself, but it was someone else | ||
| + | His name was on their list | ||
| + | But now he don't exist | ||
| + | He didn't stand a chance | ||
| + | Upon his grave they dance | ||
| + | They were determined to blow him out | ||
| + | And so the papers read | ||
| + | That Johnny Smith was dead | ||
| + | A little girl asked why | ||
| + | And made her brother cry | ||
| + | Why did they make him go away? | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Sabotage the Hunt ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Lying in wait, here they come | ||
| + | Dressed in red, of course having fun | ||
| + | Trumpet blow height of their day | ||
| + | The fox will die if they have their way | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sabotage sabotage sabotage the hunt today | ||
| + | Sabotage sabotage sabotage it anyway | ||
| + | |||
| + | Here they come with horse and hounds | ||
| + | Fox it runs in leaps and bounds | ||
| + | Middle class murderers must be blocked | ||
| + | Destruction of wildlife must be stopped | ||
| + | Go near their horses and your kicked | ||
| + | Try to stop 'em and you'll be nicked | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | All we can do is watch in awe | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Harry May ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Harry runs his business | ||
| + | From above the dodgy lop | ||
| + | His brother runs a chemist | ||
| + | Its a front for anadin | ||
| + | |||
| + | Whats his name-Harry May! (x2) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Harry Harry Harry May (x2) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Harry' | ||
| + | A shooter in the boot | ||
| + | Killing is his living | ||
| + | It's where he makes his loot | ||
| + | Now he's turned 60 | ||
| + | He's giving it a miss | ||
| + | He's given up his shooter | ||
| + | And he's always on the piss | ||