Best wishes for your next incarnation and thank you for some utter gems…I can hear you singing them now.
I remember how Rock Against Racism turned the tide against things like the NF…I still have a Specials T-shirt but it is on its last legs…
I am not sure lyrics like these would be “allowed” today. They are too true.
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Rat Race
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You’re working at your leisure to learn the things you’ll need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee
I’ve seen your qualifications, you’ve got a Ph.D.
I’ve got one art O level, it did nothing for me
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Working for the rat race
You know you’re wasting your time
Working for the rat race
You’re no friend of mine
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You plan your conversation to impress the college bar
Just talking about your Mother and Daddy’s Jaguar
Wear your political T-shirt and sacred college scarf
Discussing the worlds situation but just for a laugh
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Too much too young
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Ain’t he cute?
No he ain’t
He’s just another burden
On the welfare state
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You’ve done too much,
Much too young
Now you’re married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
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No gimme, no gimme,
No gimme no more pickni
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Call me immature
Call me a poser
I’d love to spread manure in your bed of roses
Don’t want to be rich
Don’t want to be famous
But I’d really hate to have the same name as you
(You silly moo)
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You’ve done too much,
Much too young
Now you’re married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
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Gi we de birth control, we no want no pickni
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You’ve done too much,
Much too young
Now you’re chained to the cooker
Making currant buns for tea
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Oh no, no gimme no more pickni
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Ain’t you heard of the starving millions
Ain’t you heard of contraception
Do you really want a program of sterilization
Take control of the population boom
It’s in your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap!
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Ghost Town
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This town (town) is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
Bands won’t play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor
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Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang, and the music played in a de boomtown
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This town (town) is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can’t go on no more
The people getting angry
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This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
Traou an Dour 