Lyrics:
of a tour truck
She's full of disorders, depends what you're used to
She's talking of tranches of truncheons in battle
Of bruises from bottles that never
truncheons keeping time on human skulls.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on past lovers
We swallowed truncheon, shield and child
Sister of mine
You're coming through
We spoke with sinners, snakes, and slaves
Daughter of mine
You're
their truncheons swing
That's when they're in the mood
It's true because-ah
Never argue with a rozzer
Never show him insolence, confidence
'Cause who
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
With spades and truncheons, guns and trowels
That is how the war will be won
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
With spades and truncheons, guns and trowels
That is how the war will be won
this
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
We're going to win this
With spades and truncheons, guns and trowels
That is how the, war will be
see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running
of truncheons appeared and they mercilessly thrashed him
Poor Geoff, what a turnout for the books
Much as he hated arguments or any kind of unpleasantness
to win
I'm covered in solaire and preparing to swim
"old iron! old iron!", I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
With
With his truncheon and his hat
Judy's always been his bright flag
Shows the audience a smile
'cause she knows when they've all gone home
She can lick
every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped
out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside
of truncheons appeared and they mercilessly thrashed him
Poor Geoff, what a turnout for the books
Much as he hated arguments or any kind of unpleasantness
not truncheons, make your on assumptions,
London ain't all crumpets and trumpets, it's one big slum pit.
[Chorus]
We ain't all posh like the queen,
to win
I'm covered in solitaire and preparing to swim
Old iron! Old iron! I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
With
Drop them and give them star prizes
Lock them away in high rises
Held off and called on by truncheons
Rattling keys to the dungeons
Oh take aim
couldn't get far
Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed my car
Chorus:
Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's
to win
I'm covered in solaire and preparing to swim
Old iron! old iron! I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
With
I must stand by the side of the mountain
I must be where I know I must be
When you stand and face the gas masks and truncheons
You must know what
respect
if you can’t get the attention you need
it’s time to let your truncheon speak
YOU ARE THE COP
Flashing headlights, slinging truncheons
Waiting for the guy who brings my drugs
It ain't safe to walk the streets
just the sound of their size 12 feet
fucking car.
Next thing I knows plods at my door, waving all their truncheons They tries to pin me to the floor so I fucking upped and punched one
Then
of that truncheon thing
Chorus:
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I
truncheon
Well you don't have to be a space invader
To suffer from asteroids
Don't need to show Mrs. Thatcher my willie
For her to look down
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