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+====== Paroles ======
+===== Cock Sparrer =====
+==== Argy Bargy====
+It started off like any other show
+Sunday nights on the radio
+Terry played the songs we wanted to hear
+And Terry said things no one else would dare
+He gave it all that he had to give
+They said it was his only reason to live
+But we just listened to the rock n roll
+Terry the DJ's radio show
+He gave it some of that Argy Bargy
+Giving it all the chat
+He gave it some of that Argy Bargy
+Now what do you think of that
+Then came the evening of the Mile End row
+The Ol' Bill found out, I don't know how
+We know they tried to lock us up that night
+We were ready for a fight
+Terry came onto the air at ten
+He said the filth were waiting for us then
+Down at the Black Boy they were there in force
+And he was right of course
+They told him that he'd better change the song
+They said to tell us that the kids were wrong
+They gave him one more Sunday night to get it right
+That was the night when the girls all cried
+That was the night that he said goodbye
+'Cos no matter who paid him, Terry never told us a lie
+==== Because You're Young====
+Because you're young, sharp as a knife
+You need that buzz to come alive
+Out on the edge, out on the town
+You ain't got time to settle down
+You're always sure, you're always right
+You see it all in black and white
+You never listen to anyone
+Because you're young
+Because you're young, you're torn between
+A world of hate and a world of dreams
+So much to lose, so much to gain
+So much to fight for, so much to change
+You don't look back, you don't look down
+You gotta turn everything around
+You live your life like a loaded gun
+Because you're young
+Stop talking back, get off the phone
+You're late again, you missed the last bus home
+This ain't the way you wanna live
+I know something's got to give
+You're always sure, you're always right
+You see it all in black and white
+You never listen to anyone
+Because you're young
+==== Droogs don't run ====
+Droogs don't run
+If you're in any trouble
+You know we'll be right there
+Don't take no shit from no one
+We'll fight 'em anywhere
+So remember who your friends are
+If you wanna keep breathing air
+Your droogie is your brother
+Someone you can trust
+He comes before your mother
+He comes before your lust
+We gotta stick together
+This town belongs to us
+==== Out On An Island====
+Everybody's got a number tattooed on their soul
+And the time's gonna come boy, when your number's called
+Everybody gets a uniform and a hut to live in
+They give you your rank, you tell 'em your next of kin
+And there's no escape for the likes of you, my friend
+*But I'm gonna be out on an island
+In the middle of the bright blue sea
+Out on an island
+Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me
+Everybody gets the training in the wind and the rain
+Ten miles cross country, driving you insane
+Everybody gets to jump the hoop and march in time
+You just gotta remember you gotta toe the line
+So don't go looking over your shoulder for me
+Every number's a hero and every hero's a son
+But every son's just a number when the battle's begun
+So don't go waiting on the corner for me
+And I'm gonna be out on an island, out on an island...
+==== Riot Squad====
+When we were at school I thought he had it sussed
+Fighting the law with the rest of us
+Smoking, drinking, acting cool
+'Til they started treating him like a fool
+Then he stayed on his own for most of the time
+Dreaming dreams of a life of crime
+In and out of trouble, he cheated and lied
+But who'd have thought he'd join the other side
+He's in the riot squad
+The wanna fight squad
+The shoot on sight squad
+For law and right
+Down to Hendon with the boys in blue
+It's amazing what a few weeks can do
+Out in the car, out on the street
+South of the river on the frontline beat
+Cracking heads, it was all a game
+A finger was pointed and he got the blame
+Now he's back where he started, he ain't got a pound
+Queing with the sorts he used to kick around
+==== Secret Army====
+Collecting funds for the holy fight
+Like a door to door salesman in the dead of night
+Russian guns help him on his way
+Bought with money from the U.S.A.
+*And the ordinary people say &quot;what's it for&quot;
+And the ordinary people say &quot;we want no more&quot;
+But the man at the top knows how to do the most harm
+He's in the secret army
+And this man with a gun says &quot;not a sound&quot;
+&quot;I want this aeroplane turned around&quot;
+He spent his life learning how to fill a man with lead
+He'll probably spend the rest of it dead
+When a bomb goes off in a city street
+When a man gets killed for his beliefs
+When a mother cries for the son she had
+That's when the world's gone mad
+==== We're Coming Back====
+We're coming back, we're coming back
+We're coming back to you
+We're never gonna go away again
+Hold on a little longer, try a little harder
+'Til we're arm in arm together to the end
+*So remember out there somewhere you've got a friend
+And you'll never walk alone again
+Don't get worried, don't get scared
+We're fighting to get there
+Never doubt we're gonna get through
+We're gonna run, we're gonna crawl
+Kick down every wall
+It won't be long, we're coming back to you
+==== Where Are They Now====
+I believed in Julie when she said how easy it could be
+And I believed in Tommy and his written words of anarchy
+And I believed in Joe when he said we had to fight
+And I believed in Jimmy when he told us to unite
+*Where are they now
+Where are they, six years on and they've all gone
+Now it's all turned sour
+Where are they now
+Hollywood nights in SoHo
+Writing on the walls of the Roxy loo
+Rotten on the telly
+Showing what a few choice words can do
+Was it ever worth it
+Causing all the fuss
+You know I believed in them
+Don't you believe in us
+No more kids are innocent
+We will get fooled again
+Only faces ever change
+The song remains the same</font></p>
+<p align="center"><font style="font-size: 8pt" face="Verdana">==== Battersea
+Bardot====
+With your hair so white you could light up the night
+Burning out like a shooting star
+From the stage to The Squeeze, from T.V. to striptease
+I loved you in the back of my car
+Nobody’s gonna tell you what to do
+Nobody’s gonna mess around with you
+You’ll never give up the fight, not Carol White
+Cathy come home, where have you been, it’s been so long since you went away
+From monochrome to the silver screen, the Battersea Bardot, that’s what they say
+With that smile in your eyes you could tell me no lies
+Play it hard, take the smooth with the rough
+Just a pearl in world full of users of girls
+One jump ahead for a while, not long enough
+Nobody’s gonna tell you what to do
+Nobody’s gonna mess around with you
+You’ll never give up the fight, not Carol White
+==== BATS OUT====
+Just another tour, just another gig, just another sound and lighting rig
+A rock n’ roll show and a couple of beers but some of those boys had other ideas
+A sign on the wall made it perfectly clear: no guns, no bombs, no knives in here
+Potsdam rocks but we should have been told of freedoms new and rivals old
+We played the set and we encored fast, then the dressing room door was locked at
+last
+In retrospect, the mistake was the fact that the sign didn’t say: no baseball
+bats
+Bats out, get your bats out
+There’s always dark before the dawn, there’s always still before the storm
+From calm to chaos in a flash, the bottles flew, the place got trashed
+Then, through the noise, we heard the shout: get your bats out, get your bats
+out
+Bats out, get your bats out
+And the ballroom now was a battlefield and we thought that someone might get
+killed
+We saw it all but we never knew what reasons lay behind that feud
+And we wondered if it was fate or not to destroy only thing you’ve got
+Bats out, get your bats out
+==== I FEEL A DEATH COMING ON====
+I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes
+So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire
+I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people’s lives
+So stupid in promotion of old boys, sycophants and liars
+And I feel a death coming on
+The job I do is boring, they all hate me anyway
+The days are long, the nights are just an alcoholic haze
+The weekends come and go, nothing different, nothing new
+I smoke because I need to and I drink because there’s nothing else to do
+And I feel a death coming on
+Somebody always fucks it up with a knife in the back or a bullet in the guts
+One door opens, another one shuts, somebody always fucks it up
+People think I’m crazy but I’m gonna make ‘em pay
+Let ‘em laugh for now, the tears will soon be hear to stay
+A chance is all I asked but heads stay buried in the sand
+Going out in a blaze of glory, that’s the only thing they’ll understand
+And I feel a death coming on
+==== EAST END GIRL====
+When she's hot it's the heat of a burning at the stake
+And when she's cold it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake
+And when she smiles is it real or the smile an assassin makes
+Before he sends you to hell ?
+She's an east end girl
+When she sighs it's the sigh of a sleeping tiger's stir
+And when she cries it's a storm like the world has never heard
+And when she lies you'll believe in every single word
+Coz you can never tell
+With an east end girl
+And when they're kicking down the door she'll be there at your side
+They'll never take her alive coz she's an east end girl
+She's dangerous and beautiful and proud
+With her feet on the ground and her head high in the clouds
+And all it takes is one look through a late night party crowd
+To put you under the spell
+Of an east end girl
+And she may move to the country or the coast
+For the kids and the Volvo and the Sunday roast
+But there's one thing her posh neighbours can never boast
+Underneath her shell
+She's an east end girl.
+==== BEFORE THE FLAME DIES====
+People say that life ain't fair
+And then they say what you give comes round the same
+What can you believe ?
+I say if you want passion in your life
+You can't be afraid of pain
+You've got to get out and live
+Coz freedom's a curse but boredom's even worse
+There's a spirit inside that needs to fly.
+Oi, Oi, Oi is the call
+Oi, Oi, Oi, do it all
+Oi, Oi, Oi before the flame dies
+Don't give in, don't compromise,
+That's what I'm told by everyone I know
+Don't sit on the fence
+While others say just take your time, don't rock the boat,
+Keep moving with the flow
+It's just not making sense
+Coz life is all you've got
+It's worth another shot
+Stand or fall, but give it one more try
+Oi, Oi, Oi is the call
+Oi, Oi, Oi, do it all
+Oi, Oi, Oi before the flame dies
+You can crawl on your belly for a lifetime
+Never reaching for the sky
+Just knocking at the door
+Or stand up for an hour, all guns blazing,
+Let 'em know you'd rather die
+Than take it anymore
+When all around is going wrong
+And nothing seems to fall right into place
+Remember every word
+Don't believe everything that's said
+You must believe there's just too much to waste
+Be sure you're always heard
+Coz freedom's a curse but boredom's even worse
+There's a spirit inside that needs to fly.
+Oi, Oi, Oi is the call
+Oi, Oi, Oi, do it all
+Oi, Oi, Oi before the flame dies
+==== GOODBYE====
+We were born by the Thames’ running water, sons of the social disorder
+Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol
+But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda
+So we fought with the best, now it’s time for a rest as we say our last farewell
+Goodbye, we’re calling it day, we’re having it away, we’re gonna say goodbye
+Goodbye, there’s nothing left to say, we’re getting in the way
+We’re gonna say goodbye
+For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven
+For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs
+And the making of the fuss
+For the friends who knew just where to find us
+For the mates who were always behind us
+When you’re next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us
+Goodbye, we’re calling it day, we’re having it away, we’re gonna say goodbye
+Goodbye, there’s nothing left to say, we’re getting in the way
+We’re gonna say goodbye
+==== LIES ?====
+Cheats never prosper, crime don't pay, The meek shall inherit come judgement
+day,
+Peace in our time, no pain no gain, management decisions, insurance claims,
+The slow but sure will always win it, there's one born every minute
+It's a lie
+The cheque's in the post, you won't feel a thing, the power of prayer and the
+deadly sins,
+You're as young as you feel, your mother knows best, the truth will out, young
+man go west,
+The end can justify the means, God save the queen
+It's a lie
+Breeding counts, lambs to the slaughter, who dares wins, blood's thicker than
+water,
+Expense accounts, graduation days, a friend in need, a spade's a spade,
+The power and the glory, the country's burning, the lady's not for turning
+It's a lie
+Mega-buck deals, interest rates, fortune tellers and the hand of fate,
+Credit ratings, human rights, the seven wonders, another street fight,
+Global warming and cleaner seas, here come the cavalry
+It's a lie
+==== I LIVE IN MARBELLA (Working Part 3)====
+Well I worked on a site and I soldered up pipes
+And I still ended up with nothing left to show
+So I thought I’d give it one more go
+I met this bloke and I thought it was a joke
+When he asked if I had it in my heart to rob
+What he meant was a nice bank job
+So I thought I’d give it one more try, one final chance before I die
+I got me a gun and a ticket to the sun
+And now I live in Marbella, the sun, the sand, I’ve got the lot
+And I live in Marbella coz I’d rather live there than not
+I met with the mob and we set up a job
+The ugliest bunch of gits you’d wanna meet
+In a pub down in Denmark Street
+Then I take to the wheel and we rob and we steel
+Without a hitch we’re running out the door
+Coz the manager’s my brother-in-law
+Then we’re sharing out the dough, jump in a cab out to Heathrow
+Time for one more drink before I go
+And now I live in Marbella, the sun, the sand, I’ve got the lot
+And I live in Marbella coz I’d rather live there than not
+My apartment’s cool, it’s even got a pool
+Marble everywhere and a maid to change the sheets
+I make her come twice a week
+And I drink in the bars with T.V. stars
+Eastenders, Brookside, Coronation Street
+I’ve landed on my feet
+And my mates pop over from the Smoke
+For a swim and a sunbathe and some coke
+Money and friends, what a happy end
+==== TART====
+There's something we both know
+You're meant for me but even so
+If I offered you the chance
+You'd probably still say no
+I've got to get it through to you
+You know you really want me to
+You've ignored me from the start
+You stuck-up, two-faced tart.
+You can't fight fate
+I should ask you for a date
+I know some day you'll come for me
+But I just can't wait
+You're really messing me about
+When I come in you're going out
+It should be tearing me apart
+You stuck-up, two-faced tart
+You'll fall in love with me, I guarantee
+I've had enough of your lies and your abuses
+Me, I'm your destiny
+I don't want any more hair-wash excuses
+It's oh, so sad
+It's driving me mad
+What's wrong with me
+I ain't that bad
+I can't take more
+I'm kicking down your door
+When you're alone in the dark
+You stuck-up, two-faced tart
+==== TIME TO BE ME====
+So you think you’re gonna cause a splash
+You’re gonna make some cash
+You’re gonna open every door
+With the wind in your hair and the sun on your face
+Everything’s gonna fall into place
+You’re so sure
+And you take whatever you can while you sit at home making your plans
+And if you ever gave a damn, that was long ago, it’s over and done
+Now you think about number one
+Now it’s time to be me, that’s all you ever shout
+But you never do anything about it
+Now it’s time to be me, I hear it every day, it’s easy to say
+But life gets in the way
+You ring me up when you’ve had a smoke
+With your crazy ideas you’re just full of coke and hot air
+A winning smile is all you’ve got
+But you ain’t got a brain and you ain’t got a pot
+Don’t you care?
+You’re always home watching sky T.V.
+Or down the pub poncing drinks off me
+Telling everybody what you’re gonna be
+Well I’ve had enough you lazy sod
+Get off your arse and get a job
+Now it’s time to be me, that’s all you ever shout
+But you never do anything about it
+Now it’s time to be me, I hear it every day, it’s easy to say
+But life gets in the way</font></p>
+<p align="center"><font style="font-size: 8pt" face="Verdana">==== WORKING====
+I been working all day for me mate on the site running around like a blue arsed
+fly (chorus) i been working, working all day for me mate every bleeding minute i
+been on the go up and down the ladder like a fiddler's elbow i been working, i
+been working all day for me mate wait for tomorrow at half past ten when i sign
+on, but until then i'll be working, working all day for me mate. aint' got no
+cards, don't pay no tax for a score in me hand i'll be breaking me back call me
+a crook, call me bent, but i need more than food and rent they try to follow me
+every day i give 'em the slip and i'm on my way none of the other blokes thinks
+it's wrong 'coz every one of 'em's signing on the benefit boys are out of touch
+what they don't know won't hurt 'em much if i'm caught i'll go down for a month
+or three but they'll still be paying out looking after me.
+==== TAKE 'EM ALL====
+We worked our way up from east end pubs to gigs and back stage passes ex-boxing
+champs, west end clubs, americans in dark glasses driving ten grand cars, they
+drink in hotel bars they're even making money in bed. they wouldn't be no loss,
+they aint worth a toss it's about time they all dropped dead (chorus) take 'em
+all take 'em all put 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em short and tall, watch
+'em fall, come on boys take 'em all well tough shit boys, it aint our fault your
+record didn't make it we made you dance, you had your chance, but you didn't
+take it well, i gotta go make another deal sign another group for the company i
+don't suppose we'll ever meet again you'd better get back to the factory
+==== ENGLAND BELONGS TO ME====
+Years of being told you ain't as good as us join the line, sign your name and
+they all said that our country's going bust but no-one's fooling us again
+(chorus) england belong's to me a nation's pride the dirty water on the river no
+one can take away our memory england belong's to me we'll show the world that
+the boys are back to stay and you all know what we can do heads held high,
+fighting all the way, for the red, white, and blue.
+==== WATCH YOUR BACK====
+Everybody's talking about revolution everybody's talking about smash the state
+sounds to me like the final solution left wing, right wing, full of hate
+(chorus) we don't wanna fight, because you tell us to so watch your back when
+you attack 'coz we might just turn on you things get worse with every hour, the
+future fades into the past all they want is total power, climbing on the backs
+of the working class we don't wanna be part of no new religion we don't wanna be
+part of a political dream we just wanna get on living our lives
+==== I GOT YOUR NUMBER====
+It can't be right what i'm reading here no one believes in all this stuff no
+more our ideas don't see eye to eye you get your press with a pocketfull of lies
+telling everybody every word is true one day soon they're gonna see through you
+(chorus) i got your number, you can fool some people some part of the time i got
+your number i aint ever gonna toe that particular partyline there'll be some
+people gonna back you up but don't look here for moral support don't you ask no
+favours from me i don't believe in charity telling everybody you're wonderful
+what are you gonna do when there's no one left to tell it to you think you're so
+special, but you're only fooling tell your lies to anyone but me

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