Tank      

The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round.
How many megatons will it take to make them turn around? (x 2)

Turn around...

The wheels of the Shadowmen tank (x 2)

Every man is left behind
Every man has lost his mind
Exorcists anthologize
Bounce to the Shadownmen tank
Another missle flying high
Snaking across the desert sky
Oil men energy strapped back
Speed into the bank

The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round.
How many megatons will it take to make them turn around?

Too slow cup with gripping hands
Praying cowboys in the sand
Nothing ever goes to plan
Deep inside me tank
Shells you booty devil's plants
Tripping out another trance
Buffalo soldier's higher ground
Smoking in my tank
Forced by forces
My head is confused
Sometimes I feel that I'm being used
I press all fault to the man in robes
But I can't see the ghosts crowding the road

I can't see the ghosts crowding the road

The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round.
How many megatons will it take to make them turn around?

Awaken Mesopotamia (x 4)

Never left old home city Georgia
World is just called Arizona
Death metal getting louder and louder
Pumping pumping in me tank

Searching, searching
I be searching!
Keep on searching
Searching for the Hindu bomb
I'm searching for the Muslim bomb
I'm on the lookout for the suicide bomb
Get down on your knees and feign-quest for the bomb

Because I'm searching for the Hindu bomb
I'm searching for the Muslim bomb
I'm still on the lookout for the suicide bomb
Get on your knees, get on your knees
And feign-quest for the bomb

For the bomb

The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round.
How many megatons will it take to make them turn around?

Tomorrow Begins Today      

I know a place not so far
where no government holds saw
where no Prime Minister is given the time of day
where the people demand to have a say
and they say tommorow begins today
so i know i have to find a way
i'm leaving today
to where fences may bar my way
where my imagination
can be lead a stray
tomorrow begins today

Warring Dhol     

Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
striking out from Pakistan 'desh and india
warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
every beat is a blow for al ya
faster than a bullet loudr than a bomb
against divisions of religion the World;s is in its song
old times new times it is the soundtrack
radical tradition it ain;t never lookin' back
carved out of nature roots deeper than deep
original communicator speaking with the beat
India Sri Lanka desh and Pakistan
one nation one people one it's time to make a stand and bang
rise up the soldier them and bang
Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
striking out from Pakistan 'desh and india
warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
rise up the soldier them and bang
living in the heart of the city life is raw sometimes
dealer here copper there hooker here don't ever look 'em int the eyes
another youth is hot dwon bettter cut and run
bu then then you hear the secret message hidden in the beat of the drum
and it goes
feel the drum is everything to you
listen can't you it talking to you
feel it from the valleys and rivers flowin under you
feel it as keeps on pounding through POUNDING THROUGH
it is the sound hallowed ground it marks it out and plays it loud
it belongs to everybody it's the rhytm of the crowd

 Who Runs The Place     

First sign of madness you talk yourself second sign of madness yoursef talks back
First sign of madness you talk yourself second sign of madness yoursef talks back
please select the following option is no longer an option
select the following option means you have no option
i'm shouting out loud with the rest of the shower
shaking our fists in vain down the corridors of power
been queuening and queuening for god know how many hours
outside the tent pissing in for this long man it's downer
they say the buck stops here but if it does i never see it
following the fingers poiting opposite directions i lost it
took me a week to see the boss to learn that he's not in charge
a 1000 people said they could so that one could say they can't
and i see vast quantities of people without a face
i don't now who runs this place
i don't now who runs this place
tell me how high i gotta go all the way from God to the devil below
before i get to want i really now wanna know
and i wanna know WHO RUN DA PLACE?
the figures are wrong the network's knackered
cashpoint is kaput and me nerves are shaterred
you have an infinite choice over the things that doesn't matter
one elite or two more Thatcherite than Thatcher
in a race to the death with a white van man i admit defeat i'm the man with no plan
watch a vampire a poodle a chat show host with a tan
try to squeeze into a 3 second attetion span
and i stick two fingers up into outer space
i don't know who runs this place i don;t know who runs this place
tell me how high i gotta go all the way from God to the devil below
before i get to want i really wanna know and i wanna know
WHO RUN DA PLACE?
prime minister of chancellor television or newspaper
foreign banks or backhanders?
traffic wardens or arms dealers
lizardmen or aliens
mondeo man or estate agents
presidanecy or illuminati
one thing i know it ain't you or me
they mus never succeed in turning us into them