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Safe European Home

Well I just got back n'I wish I never leave now
Who dat Martian arrival at the airport yeearh?
How many local dollars for a local anasthetic?
The Johnney on the corner was very sympathetic

I went to the place where every white face
is an invitation to robbery
An sitting here in my safe european home
I don't wanna go back again

Wasn't I lucky? N'wouldn't it be luvverly
Send us all cards an have a laying in on sunday
I was there two weeks so how come I never tell
That natty dread drinks at the Sheraton Hotel?

Now they got the sun an' they got the palm trees
They got hte weed an' they got the taxis
Whooaagh the harder they come n'the home of ol bluebeat
Yes I'd stay and be a tourist but I can't take the gunplay

English Civil War

When Johnney comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war

Tk it was still at the stage of clubs an fists
When that well known face got beaten to bits
Your face so beaten in fear
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army came marching right over our heads


There you are ha ha we told you so
Says everybody that we know
But who got caught out on their unawares?
When that new party army came marching right up the stairs

When Johnney comes marching home again
Nobody understands how it happen again
The sun is shining an the kids are shouting loud
BUt you gatta know its shining through a crack in the cloud
As the shadows keep on falling when Johnney comes marching home

Ok Johnney
All the girls go whoah
Get his coffin ready
'Cos Johnney's comin' home

Tommy Gun

Tommy Gun he ain't happy less he got one
Tommy Gun he ain't gonna shoot the ilace up just for fun
Maybe he wants to die for the money
Maybe he wants to kill for his country
Whatever he wants he's gonna get it

Tommy Gun you better strip it down for a customs run
Tommy Gun waiting in the airport till kingdom come
An' we can watch you make it on the nine o'clock news
Standing there in Palastine lighting the fuse
Whatever you want you're gonna get it

Tommy Gun you'll be dead when your war is won
Tommy Gun but did ou have to gun down everyone
I can see its kill or be killed
A nation of destinty has gotta be fulfilled
Whatever you want you're gonna get it

Tommy Gun you can be a hero in an age of none
Tommy Gun I'm cutting out your picture from page one
I'm gonna get a jacket just like yours
An' give my false support to your cause
Whatever you want you're gonna get it

Boats an' tanks an' planes its your game
Kings an' queen an' generals learn your name
I seen all the innocents the human sacrifice
If death come so cheap then the same goes for life

Julie's Been Working for the Drug Squad

Its Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
She giggle at the screen 'cos it looks so green
And there's carpets on the pavements
And feathers in her eye
But sooner or later her new friends will realize
That Julie's been working for the drug squad

Well it seemed like a dream too good to be true
Stash it in the bank while the tablets grow high
In their millions
Everybody's high
But there's someone looking down from that mountainside
That Julie's been working for the drug squad

An' ten years for you
Nineteen for you
And you can get out in 25
that is if you're still alive

An' then there came the night of the greatest ever raid
They arrested every drug that had ever been made
They took 82 las
And they didn't halt the pull till the cells were all full
'Cos Julie's been working for the drug squad

They put him in a cell an' they said you wait here
You've got the time to count all of your hair
You got fifteen years
A mighty long time
You could have been a physisist but now your name is on the mailbag list
'Cos Julie's been working for the drug squad

Last Gang in Town

Well everybody's looking for the last gang in town
An' you'd better watch out boy they're comin' around

The in crowd are into in fighting
When some Punk seen some rockola
It's Rock'n'roll all over
In every street and every train station
Kids fight like different nations
It's brawn against brain or knife against chain
But it's all young blood lowing down the drain

The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
But now they're all looking rouud
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
So they're all looking round
For the last gang in town

Meanwhile down in back town
Those old soul rebels are hanging around
An' when some Ska Punk come a looking dip
'Cos a black shape knife never slip
And do they ever say to one another
That tomorrow we may kill our brother?

Down from the edge of London
The Rockabilly rebels came
An' from another edge of London
The Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the zydeco kids from the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
But when you hear a cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town

Guns on the Roof

Guns Guns

They tortured all the women and children
And then they put the men to the gun
Because across that human frontier
Freedom's always on the run

Guns Guns shaking in terror
Guns Guns killing in error
Guns Guns in guilty hands
Guns Guns shatter the land

A system built by the sweat of the many
creates assasins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it a courthouse
This is a place where no judge can stand

Sue all the lawyers and burn all the papers
Unlock the keys of the legal rapers
The jury of a billon faces
is shouting out condemned out of hand

Guns Guns an' nobodies kiddingBR> Guns Guns or fooling around
Guns Guns when violence is singing
Guns Guns silence the sound

N' I like to be in Africa
A beatin' on the final drum
N' I like to be in USSR
Making sure these things will come
N' I like to be in USA
Pretending that the wars are done
N' I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone

Guns Guns there's guns on the roof
Guns Guns an' they're made to shoot

Drugstabbin' Time

Drugstabbin' time
Working on the Ford line
Playing off the big fine
Drugstabbin' time

Drugstabbin' time from nine to nine
Nobody wants a user
Nobody needs a loser
So kick him out that door
An' don't answer it no more

Drugstabbin' time it's a greenwich mean time
Your friends all hate each other
And you think you've got another
But whozat at that door?
Don't answer it no more

Drugstabbin' time in a bedroom crime
There's a tape recording on a telephone line
An' it's ringing from the floor
But don't answer it no more

Now I was lying in my room
And it was raining drugs all afternoon
I hear this car pull up outside
An' it comes to a stop like......Skreeeeeeeee
Now someone's in a hurry......
An' someone better worry......
'Cos these four guys all had on their feet
A pair of black shoes shining an neat
I think mmmm
Black shoes? oh no bad news
Yeah here they come charging up the stairs
Alright son just tell us where

Drugstabbin' time
Don't ask me mate

Stay Free

We met when we were at school
Never took no shit from no one we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun
You know we piss on everyone
In the classroom

When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
An' weekends we'd go dancing
Down streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh
Got me in bad fights
Playing pool all night
Smokin' menthol

I practised daily in my room
You were down the crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three
Years in Brixton

I did my very best to write
How was butlins were the screwa too tight?
When you lot get out
We're gonna hit the town
Burn it fuckin' down
To a cinder

Though years have passed and things have changed
And I move any way I wanna go
I'll never forget the feeling I got
When I heard that you'd got home
An' I'll never foget the smile on my face 'Cos I knew where you would be
An' if you're in the crown tonight
Have a drink on me

But go easy
Step lightly
Stay free


I have been a washer up and he has been a scrubber up
An' I seen him picking up dog ends in the rain
And he has never read a book though I told him to take a book
He lifted his pool hall cue for another game

But it ain't no modern miracle
That we found the golden rule
What you can't buy you gotta steal
And what you can't steal you'd better leave

I don't like to hang about in this lonely room
'Cos London is for going out and trying to hear a tune
But people come poncing up to me an' say what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be a star not a cheapskate bleeding queer

Then like a lord of rats from a sinking ship
You slag us down to save your hip
But don't give me the benefit of your doubt
'Cos I'll bite it off an' spit it out

We're cheapskates anything'll do
We're cheapskates what we s'posed to do?
An' we can rock hey hey let's roll
An' we can walk an' do the stroll

Just because we're in a groupe you all think we're stinking rich
'N we all got model girls shedding every stitch
'N you think the cocaine's flowing like a river up our noses
'N every sea will part for us like the red onedid for moses
Well I hope you make it one day
Just like you always said you would one day
I'll get out my money an' make a bet
That I'll be seeing you down the launderette

All The Young Punks(New Boots And Contracts)

I was hanging about down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yobbos
An' we did cance to speak Well I knew how to sing y'know
An' they knew how to pose
An' one of 'em had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life 'cos there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now 'cos there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum a ride
On the Rock'n'rolleer coaster
We went out and got our name
In small print on the poster
'Course we got a manager
And though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they got'em out on yer

Drug yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

Face front we got the future
Shining like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It looks more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
That's no place to waste your youth
I worked there week once
But luckily I got the boot

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Give'em Enough Rope




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