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Scrap The Town Hall
03:04
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Rates too high, you don’t have to lie
Four million pounds won’t drop from the sky
It’ll come from the ratepayers’ pocket
And there's no way to stop it
Scrap the Town Hall!
You’re not alone, pick up the phone
The council can’t get blood from a stone
If you don’t like their tricks
Phone 22056
Scrap the Town Hall!
The winters are cold, the houses are old
But it’ll get better, or so we’re told
But there’s no need to complain
If you live in Cranmore Lane
Scrap the Town Hall!
People in the Square don’t think it’s fair
But the Tory Councillors just don’t care
There’s plenty of offices in the town
But they claim their reasons are sound
Scrap the Town Hall!
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Secret Police
03:02
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When you’re walking home at night
Don’t think that you’re alone
And don’t believe there’s no-one there
When you pick up the phone
The Secret Police are on the job
And they are watching you…
They always know when you’ve been out
And exactly where you’ve been
And they’ve got names and photographs
Of the people you have seen
The Secret Police are on the job
And they are watching you…
There are ways to ascertain
What you read and what you write
What you know and where you go
Who you slept with last night
The Secret Police are on the job
And they are watching you…
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Squadron
02:51
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Flight codename “Copenhagen”
Introducing “The Squadron”
Volunteer with hesitation
Mobilisation? Exercise?
Got a job way up North
Classified information
Action that will grab the world
Newscast sensation
Scramble Copenhagen Squadron
Airborne in ninety seconds
Moscow will never forget
The Copenhagen Squadron
Two hundred feet above the sea
Mach 2…increasing
Under enemy radar screens
Fly tight formation
North Seas into Arctic night
Warheads primed and ready
Target in visual sight
Payload dispatched
Scramble Copenhagen Squadron
Airborne in ninety seconds
Moscow will never forget
The Copenhagen Squadron
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Gambling Man
03:06
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He's a gambling man he steals from the state
He won't seek help ‘cos his habit's too great
He's always broke but cash is his need
His soul is full of greed
He'll work his way into your house
In the guise of a loyal friend
He'll bleed you dry in the blink of an eye
But won't return to make amends
He's got no respect, no respect for you
He'll steal your cash, that's just what he'll do
He's a gambling man he steals from the state
Loyalty to anyone is what he lacks
He borrows from those he calls his mates
But never pays 'em back
He'll feel no remorse for what he'll do
He only thinks about himself not you
He'll steal from you but quickly deny
And sell his spoils, what a guy
He's got no respect, no respect for you
He'll steal your cash, that's just what he'll do
He's a gambling man he steals from the state
He won't seek help his habit's too great
He's always broke but cash is his need
His soul is full of greed
He's got no respect, no respect for you
He'll steal your cash, that's just what he'll do
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Forgotten Youth
03:54
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We are the forgotten youth...what are we gonna do?
We are the forgotten youth, they've forgotten me and you
The forgotten youth live on council estates
In the outer suburbs, where there's no escape
We need a break, we've got to escape
How did we ever get in to this state?
Got to get away, can't take another day
Got to find a better life, find another way
The forgotten youth go nowhere at night
Hang around in groups, don't get into fights
We need a break, we've got to escape
How did we ever get into this state?
Got to get away, can't take another day
Got to find a better life, find another way
The forgotten youth
We were the forgotten youth
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Cowards
03:04
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I hear them laughing when I'm walking down the street
They call out names and they even raise their feet.
When they're in a gang, they feel they're well protected
But on their own, their courage is affected
They're all cowards, that's what they are
They're all cowards, oh yes they are
Are you real hard if you plant a bomb and run
Wouldn't be so brave if you were staring down a gun
When they're in a gang, they feel they're well protected
But on their own, their courage is affected
They're all cowards, that's what they are
They're all cowards, oh yes they are
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No Police No Love Songs
02:04
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Everybody sings about the police or love songs
Everybody sings about the things that went wrong
We sing about the things that get us down
We just want to sing and make our own sound
No police... no love songs
Everything’s a cliché, everything’s the same
Everything’s been done before so we’ll do it again
They sing about the police that they have to face
Then the love songs all take second place
No police... no love songs
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Speeding Along
03:07
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Same old boring everyday
Jumped in my car to get away
Highway driving I felt fine
Speeding along I had plenty of time
Thought I’d turn my radio on
But all I got was a disco song
Reached and moved the dial along
But all I got was Jimmy Young
Speeding along with my radio on...
Gave that dial another twist
But all I got was Brahms and Liszt
Thinking this was pretty bad
Capital Radio driving me mad
Turned it on to LBC
Where news comes first but not for me
Switched it to the Long Waveband
Some DJ I can’t understand
Speeding along with my radio on...
Turned that dial a little more
On the air it’s Radio Four
Programmes on the arts and mime
Politics and story time
Thought I’d put the FM on
Police transmission coming on strong
A speeding car APB
Then I sussed that car was me
Speeding along with my radio on...
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Mercenaries
03:59
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Go to the docks tomorrow – stand near the back
You’ll see a man there waiting, dressed in black
Follow him along the quayside, get in his car
He’ll take you where you’re going – it isn’t far
Within a month or maybe two
We’ll make a man out of you
We’ll take you to foreign lands
We’ll put a gun into your hands
We’ve got the guns to give you that kill real clean
We’ll train you to perfection to be real mean
Russian sub machine guns that shoot real fast
The AK-47 – it’s built to last
Within a month or maybe two
We’ll make a man out of you
We’ll take you to foreign lands
We’ll put a gun into your hands
Two thousand pounds a week with no tax to pay
You can kill someone different every day
Learn how to be a soldier, learn how to fight
As long as you don’t think, you’ll be alright
Within a month or maybe two
We’ll make a man out of you
We’ll take you to foreign lands
We’ll put a gun into your hands
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10. |
Dead Quiet
03:40
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I’ve got a feeling deep inside
That there’s no-one left alive
I’ve been trained to control my fear
But it’s dead quiet round here
Dead quiet…nothing, not a sound
Dead quiet…no-one else around
Dead quiet…nothing, not a sound
Dead quiet…no-one else around
Well I’m a million miles from home
And I’m feeling apprehensive
Never quite sure if I’m alone
Always on the defensive
All around me shattered remains
Of broken civilisation
Everywhere it’s just the same
Desperate situation
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Waiting
02:51
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Switch off your TV, take a walk down town
The kids ain't dancing, they're just hanging around
Ask them why and they'll turn round to you
They'll just say there's nothing to do
We hang aound, we ain't been told
We're just waiting for the end of the world
Most people say what we're doing is wrong
We just say it won't be long
One of these days those nukes are gonna blow
And we'll have some fun when we go
We hang around, we ain't been told
We're just waiting for the end of the world
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Deadlock UK Aldershot, UK
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Deadlock UK are a four piece punk band
formed in Aldershot in 1979. Gigged around Surrey and Hampshire before disbanding in 1981. Back together since 2012, now playing regularly and writing new material. Supported the UK Subs in 2015 and released a single. Album, Speeding Along, released in April 2016 with video.
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