The Jam

The Jam - Mad Skillz Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin' you the shit? The styles I be inkin' get you hyper when I get and attack tracks Bruise and snooze on the wack My crew's in the back, gettin' blitzed like a slow quarterback No

Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, Get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery

Where the streets are pave with blood, With cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly no-go deadly zone I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in th

Seen you before, I know your sort, You think the world awaits your every breath You'll be my friend, or so you say You'll help me out when the time comes And all the time we're getting rich, You hang around to help me out But when we're skint, Oh God

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop Serves his last and he says goodbye to him He knows it is a hard life But its nice to be your own boss really Walks off home does the last customer He is jealous of the man in the corner shop He

No matter where I roam, I will return to my English rose, For no bonds can ever tempt me from she. I've sailed the seven seas, I've flown the whole blue sky, But I've returned with haste, To where my love does lie. No matter where I go, I will come b

Anything that you wanna do, anyplace that you wanna go Don't need permission for everything that you want Any taste that you feel is right Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright Say what you want, 'cos this is a new art school Do what you wa

In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright A

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Hey! Sugar! Sugar! I want her again Hmmm, again, yeah I'm???? again y'all My name is Robert Sams But my friends call me Butch Dynomite, they call it dynomite I try with all my might To stay out of sight On my guitar, ahhh On my guitar, yeah Oh brothe

A police car and a screaming siren Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking That's entertainment, that's entertainment A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electri

Three, four Sugar! Sugar! On organ, on organ, yeah I'm playing on the organ y'all My name is Robert Sam, but my friends call me "Butch" Dynomite, they call me Dynomite I try with all my might, they say I'm out of sight On my guitar, uh huh, on m

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If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle - I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain

Town Called Malice Written and composs by Paul Weller Better stop dreaming of the quiet life Cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus Cos those rosey days are few And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,

I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter He'

It's not important for you to know my name - Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in this world Feels as desperate as me - And what you give is what you get. It doesn't matter if we nev

The distant echo Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to The ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wr

Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away