Lyrics:
Two hearts and a truncheon
Cheeks more salted than the dead sea
A face carved up by waterfalls
And a finger pointed at me
Bright eyes since the day
everything's sweet for me that's a treat
‘Cos I'm on the beat Pete
Swing my truncheon merrily try to teach the blind to see
Move a lady for a seat a tourist
truncheons (Yep)
Don't make no assumptions, Nah
Don't make no assumptions (Nah)
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from (Where?)
London, the East London
lights & the truncheons
Said she wanna come to London
Maybe you should come back to my dungeon
Said she wanna come to London
We were running from the blue
Rage with stick and stone
Clack of stone on helmet
Crunch of truncheon on skull
Whitened knuckle tightens
Shotgun symphony sounds
Jack boots
of truncheon's treat.
The system's faceless worm.
Mad dog in uniform!
So brave to shoot at armless crowd -
Ain't it good reason to be proud?
To beat a child
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control!
This is state control!
State control, state control,
This is state
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control!
This is state control!
State control, state control,
This is state
in the jails,
Firmed by truncheons' beats,
We are the men revolting on the streets!
Who are these men hunted by law,
Standing the truncheons
For the daughters of the truncheon
Damo sing a song of love
What do I know of Ireland
Except what made it here
Through the ports, into the hills
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
Shoveled up like muck and set the night on fire
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields
You know I cherish
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
Shoveled up like muck and set the night on fire
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields
You know I cherish
eruption between aloe peddler and man with property to protect
Muscular security guard with truncheon of twisted wire
"Kiss my blood clot," she hisses
Stab vest doesn't stop blunt force, run up with the truncheon
Yeah, run up with the truncheon
A truncheon dealt the fatal blow
But what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?
Two fronts clash with opposing view
The boots were black
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
We were shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish
Ah uh Ah uh
Faceless bodies hurled in
Nameless pits
By the gladius of the judges
Brace
The truncheon of the pigs
Withstand
Like iron each blow makes us
A symptom of the industry
Who stole your truncheon
And gave it to the boardroom chief
All of my peers
Used to stand up in a line
Now I see the fossils
the window the youth them get a beating
Meet P.C P.R the designer policeman
Putting up a smokescreen with his multi coloured truncheon
Shake a few bad
truncheons out
They beat the mob down to disperse the crowd
And God willing, we can all make a killing
It's not the devil, pulling you down
This
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness
love-letters,
innocent as charged.
All she did was hush up murder
by the eavesdrop star
of back-lit screen and truncheon's gleam,
his gaze levied a tax.
Lobster
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