He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he don't like his boring job, no...
An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you
An' in the in-tray lots of work But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina That just won't run without fuel Fill her up, Jacko!
An' the invoice it don't quite fit, There's no payola in his alphabetical file This time he's gonna really tell the boss Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels It's pretty bad!
Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late
It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now?
Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here
Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk!
They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count
Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead
Look out' those rules and regulations
Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords
Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey
An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency
Hate...hate...hate...
The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form
I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around
Hate and war...
I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in
An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back
Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops
I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad go pissed so I got clocked Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came
deny you're such a liar you won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye deny you're such a liar you're selling your no-no all the time
an' you said we were going out to the 100 club then you said it ain't my scene but then you turned up alone then you turned up alone
then you said you'd given it up gone an' kicked it in the head you said you ain't had none for weeks but baby i seen your arms baby i seen your arms
do you think i'm a raving idiot? just got off the boat step in line, sign this form - you ain't got a hope baby ain't got a hope - you ain't got a hope
All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!
London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999
I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights
London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999
Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone
London's burning with boredom now... London's burning dial 99999
The offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you
Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector They're gonna have to introduce conscription They're gonna have to take away my prescription If they wanna get me making toys If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice
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