Warning, warning, nuclear attack

[Sir Tokyo Sexwale]

I'm the man in grey, I'm just the man at C & A

And I don't have a say in the war games that they play

[Duncan Disorderly]

I dread, dread to think what the future will bring

[Andy @ Allerton]

When I was a boy there's a dream that I had

That a war if it's fought was for good against bad

And I woke up to find that the world had gone mad

And we'd all fall down

 

And I feel like a child again sitting observing

You're toying with power, your fingers are burning

You're pushing so hard that the worms won't be turning

We'll all fall down

 

While you try to pretend you're a god upon high

With your party ideals and your squeaky clean lies

When it comes to the crunch you're no smarter than I

And we'll all fall down

 

If it's colour or creed or your old time religion

Well fighting for that shows a pure lack of vision

The fight that we strive is the fight to survive

And we'll all fall down

 

Well look in the mirror and what do you see

An American, Russian, a soldier or me

When you've all pressed the buttons just where will you be

When we all fall down

 

It gets harder to see just what future's in store for us

Hard to see through all the wool you pull over us

Words that you give are just words to console us

We'll all fall down

 

And what will you do when you've pulled the release

When the sound of the thunder has drowned out the pleas

Cos after all that was your idea of peace

When we all fall down

 

No sun for a world that once stood so tall

No wind's going to blow and no rain's going to fall

No flowers for graves, in fact no graves at all

When we all fall down

[dorgie]

I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob.

The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.

When the atom war is over and the world is split in three

A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.

 

I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great mashine,

More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strichenine,

And in the evening after a tiring day just to give meself a laugh

I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for the blast.

 

Well, I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob.

The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.

When the atom war is over and the world is split in three

A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.

 

If Breznjev strats his nonsense and makes a nasty smell

With a wink and a nod from Nixon I'll blast them all to hell

And as for that fellow Castro, him with the sugar cane,

He needn't hide behind his whiskers, I'll get him just the same.

 

Well, I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob.

The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.

When the atom war is over and the world is split in three

A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.

 

If me wife denies me conjucular rights or me breakfast milk is sour

From eight to nine in the morning you're into a nervous hour

The button being so terribly close, it's really a dreadful joke

A bump with me ass as I go past and we all go up in smoke

 

Well, I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob.

The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job.

When the atom war is over and the world is split in three

A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me.

 

Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb

We'll take up a large collection and I'll donate me thumb.

For without it I am helpless and that's the way to be.

You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.

[Conrad]

I'm the man in grey, I'm just the man at C & A

And I don't have a say in the war games that they play

 

 

More Specials - one of the best albums ever.

duty free booze and fags make me feel ill.....

[Duncan Disorderly]

If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat

It shakes and shivers in fright

You go and sleep with your mother, she hates your guts

She knows that you love her so she holds you tight

All through the night, until the broad daylight

And when she doesn't come home you have to sleep alone

Then you wet your bed, and I think that's sad

For a girl of nineteen it's more than sad, it's obscene

 

One, two

 

And your girlfriend sweet little seventeen

She's got her layered hair, and her flared jeans

You know what that means? She's just a little queen

She shares your London flat, she thinks that London's where it's at, although it stinks

And when it rains you wear your hat, and your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-mac

You tie your ginger hair back in a bun

You're the ugliest creature under the sun

 

one, two, go

 

And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree, so you decide on suicide

You tried but you never quite carried it off

You only wanted to die in order to show off

And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me, you're even wronger than you'd normally be

And the only things you want to see are kitsch

The only thing you want to be is rich

Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch

I know, you know, you're just a little bitch

 

One, two

[Andy @ Allerton]

Ladies and gentlemen, let me present

Frankie goes to hollywood

Possibly the most important thing

This side of the world.

 

Oh yeah, well ard!

 

You may pronounce us guilty a thousand times over, but the goddess of the

Eternal court of history will smile and tear to tatters the brief of the

State prosecutor and the sentence of this court, for she acquits us

Condemn me

Condemn me

Condemn me

History will absolve

Singing "this will be the day that i die".

Yeahhhhhaaaa

(if your grandmother or any other member of your family should die whilst in the shelter,

Put them outside, but remember to tag them first for identification purposes.)

Go to war

Go to war

Go to war

Heh

Just think, war breaks out and nobody turns up.

(if any member the family should die whilst in the shelter, put them outside,

But remember to tag them first for identification purposes.)

(if your grandmother or any other member of the family should die whil... ...dentification purposes.)

Heh heh

It's enough to make you wonder sometimes if you're on the right planet.

 

Let's go

 

*when two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score

When two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score

 

Cowboy no. 1

A born-again poor man's son

On the air america

I modelled shirts by van heusen-yeah

 

You know

 

*(repeat)

 

Working on the black gas

 

Switch off your shield

Switch off and feel

I'm working on loving-yeah

Giving you back the good times

Ship it out-out

I'm working for the black gas

 

*(repeat)

 

We got two tribes

We got the bomb

We got the bomb-yeah

Sock it to me biscuits-now

 

Are we living in a land

Where sex and horror are the new gods?

Yeah

 

When two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score

[badtodabone]

The eastern world, it is exploding

Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’

You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’

You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’

And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

 

But you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

 

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say

Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?

If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away

There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave

[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

 

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

 

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’

I’m sitting here just contemplatin’

I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.

Handful of senators don’t pass legislation

And marches alone can’t bring integration

When human respect is disintegratin’

This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

 

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

 

Think of all the hate there is in Red China

Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama

You may leave here for 4 days in space

But when you return, it’s the same old place

The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace

You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace

And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend

You don’t believe

We’re on the eve

Of destruction

Mm, no no, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

[carrafan]

I never understand these poem threads.

[Des]

 

Out of bed at eight am

Out my head by half past ten

Out with mates and dates and friends

That's what I do at weekends

I can't talk and I can't walk

But I know where I'm going to go

I'm going watch my money go

At the Locarno, no

 

When my feet go through the door

I know what my right arm is for

Buy a drink and pull a chair

Up to the edge of the dance floor

Bouncers bouncing through the night

Trying to stop or start a fight

I sit and watch the flashing lights

Moving legs in footless tights

 

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

 

I like to venture into town

I like to get a few drinks down

The floor gets packed the bar gets full

I don't like life when things get dull

The hen party have saved the night

And freed themselves from drunken stags

Having fun and dancing in

A circle round their leather bags

 

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

 

But two o'clock has come again

It's time to leave this paradise

Hope the chip shop isn't closed

Cos' their pies are really nice

I'll eat in the taxi queue

Standing in someone else's spew

Wish I had lipstick on my shirt

Instead of piss stains on my shoes

 

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

[New York Red]

Hickory d*ckory dock

Some broad was sucking my c*ck

The clock struck two

She swallowed my goo

And I dropped her off down the block.

[Andy @ Allerton]

I never understand these poem threads.

 

 

 

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you mean to me

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you cannot see

 

You're hiding from feelings, searching for more

Sharing and hoping, untouched for so long

Our lives still change from the way that we were

And now I'll tell you something I think you should know

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you mean to me

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you cannot see

 

You cause me confusion, you told me you cared

He's calling these changes that last to the end

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies

The past is your present, the future is mine

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you mean to me

You just can't believe me

When I show you what you cannot see

 

You tell me you need me, I'll make it this time

The thread won't divide us, the sensation survives

I was sure that I told you it was good from the face

You've caused me some problems, you've taken my place

 

Why can't you see what you mean to me?

[John am Rhein]

I never understand these poem threads.

 

Cruelty has a human heart,

And Jealousy a human face;

Terror the human form divine,

And Secrecy the human dress.

 

The human dress is forged iron,

The human form a fiery forge,

The human face a furnace sealed,

The human heart its hungry gorge.