'Cause London is burning and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother, you can go at it alone London calling to the
Well sing Michael sing on the route of the 19 bus we hear them sayin' How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been
government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour anger can be power Do you know that you can use it? Voices in your head are calling
{One, two One, two, three, four} Well they were given the grape that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love an' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his
Well, I got a friend, who's a man (Who's a man) What man? The man Who keeps me from the lonely The only He gives me What I need (What you need?) What
If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "He ain't here, but he sure went past" Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz and they said Sattamassagana for
Elevator going up In the gleaming corridor of the fifty first floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision, a clinical
empty a bottle, I feel a bit free The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls
Drive! Drive! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy I ain't
When she forgot that thing that she had Oh to swallow, hey Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' Whose rock? They call
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me" It's only because he's lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for long If he only had time
{ (Say, say) Say, where did I see this guy? (Say, say, say, say) In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe a misfit From here to eternity} Everybody
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico Lorca, dead and gone Bullet holes in the
this must be the way out Here's the cheap bit, oola, oola, oola Any song you want (Oola, oola, oola) Playing requests now on the bandstand (Oola, oola, oola) El Clash
life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called
You say you stand by your man Tell me something, I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped
