Super Black Market Clash lyrics

in 1977 i hope i go to heaven
cos i been too long on the dole
and i can't work at all
danger stranger
you better paint your face
no elvis, beatles, or the rolling stones
in 1977

in 1977
knives in west 11
lent so lucky to be rich
sten guns in knightsbridge

danger stranger
you better paint your face
no elvis, beatles or the rolling stones
in 1977

in 1977

THERE ARE NO LYTRICS TO THIS SONG

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away

this is the city of the dead
as we lie side by side in bed
i'd do something else instead
but it is the city of the dead
we went out kickin' around
but you got drunk an' fallen down
an' i wished i could be like you
with the soho river drinking me down

in the city of the dead
fall in love an' fall in bed
it wasn't anything you said
except i know we both lie dead

the prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
north of watford junction
we get in but we don't have fun
an' we leave before the truncheons
so it's back to watch the day to day
saga of working people
hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
and generally being decent

johnny too bad meets johnny be good
in the charing cross road
that's the only thing that happened today

It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah

I said a pressure drop,
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you

I said when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
Now when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you were doin' it wrong and how

I said when it drops

standing in a queue of a school canteen
guys on the corner they were laughin' at me
but i don't mind if they see it all
you know i gotta come clean
i gotta come clean
i got a crush on you

my mind don't need it but my body do
a little bit of loving and attention for you
although we're only strangers
they don't need to know
i gotta cum clean, i gotta cum clean
ooh, i got a crush on you

the high street shops are boarded up
an' the terrace it is fenced in
see-through shields are walled across
the way that you came in
but there's no need to get excited
as the lorries bring the bacon in
'cos the housewives are all singing
groovy times are here again

they discovered one black saturday
that mobs don't march they run
so you can excuse the nervous triggerman

I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue
Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights

I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way
From Camden town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we're great

(Booker T. Jones)
(Instrumental)

stay around don't play around
this old town and all
seems like i got to travel on
a lot of people won't get no supper tonight
justice tonight

runnin and a hiding tonight
justice tonight

remember to kick it over
no one will guide you through armegideon time
it's armagideon
it's not christmas time

a lot of people
a lot of people use a calculator

My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved
Never loved a shovel
Break

The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A

Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's

Yeah

My daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He

Get away, get away

Money

(Instrumental)

the panorama of the city is wrong
in fact the city seems to be gone!
burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
there's a flat burning junkheap
for twenty square miles!
they took it into the nuclear mine
judging by this, they left nothing behind
down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth

if i could a ride a train around the city

Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Take your car out of that gear
Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Get your car out of that gear

interrupting all programmes

this is radio clash from pirate satellite
orbiting your living room,
cashing in the bill of rights
cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
this is radio clash on pirate satellite

this sound does not subscribe
to the international plan
in the psycho shadow of the white right hand
then that see ghettology as an urban viet nam

The mini cab
The driver is black
This time of night
You better sit in the back
Got a few smokes
Under your hat
The cops are lookin' out
For the petrol on the black

This time I think
So what the hell
There's that female
I know too well

Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I ridin' in the back alone
The stranger rides again

To see my lovely town

Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots!

As they were dancing in the evening
And the light shone through the trees
This girl my eye was following
Asked the band to play her a beat
Singin' she'd do that long time jerk
She hit me where it hurts
Ohhh your heart
Now my heart will burst
Oh no

Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland
I witnessed long ago
Babbling words of preachers

between cool confusion
and kung fu in the car park
could the weekend be losing
that reactive spark
even in the shebeen
or down in the meat rack
longtime i feel cold
to send cinderella's shoe back

along the length of the wire
party jam on the line
i can't hear a thing
can't get no number nine

now we must get in touch
if the night is to burn
someone out there in luck

The sheik he drove his cadillac

Shareef
Rockin the casbah
Rock
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it
Really, really hates it

This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop
Using aural ammunition
With extreme prejudice
On a terminator mission
This is Radio Clash
Consider your position

Step it up, get down low

Breaking news flash
Assassination
The whole country has been shot

Evil will abate
In Revelation
In the Ministry of Whitewash

Wait, wait