Combat Rock
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KNOW YOUR RIGHTS
CAR JAMMING
SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO
ROCK THE CASBAH
RED ANGEL DRAGNET
STRAIGHT TO HELL
OVERPOWERED BY FUNK
ATOM TAN
SEAN FLYNN
GHETTO DEFENDANT
INOCULATED CITY
DEATH IS A STAR
 
KNOW YOUR RIGHTS
this is a public service announcement with guitar know your rights all 3 of them i say number 1: you have the right not to be killed murder is a crime! unless it was done by a policeman or aristocrat number 2: you have the right to food money providing of course you don't mind a little humiliation, investigation and if you cross your fingers rehabilitation wang! young offenders! know your rights number 3: you have the right to freeeee speech as long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it. know your rights these are your rights all 3 of 'em it has been suggested in some quarters that this is not enough! well..... get off the streets get off the streets run you don't have a home to go to smush finally then i will readd you your rights you have the right to remain silent you are warned that anything you say can and will be taken down and used as evidence against you listen to this run

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CAR JAMMING
tonight they're closing up the world n' sweeping smoke from cigarettes and what is that funk multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand king kong cassette decks then a shyboy from missouri boots blown off in a '60s war riding aluminium crutches now he knows the welfare kindness n' agent orange color blindness as we works from door to door the violence in the carpets the mirror of his wife drives the slum-bum dweller to grind his hunting knife in homesteads of cigar box-radios hive like bees the body in the ice box has no date for freeeeeze chorus in a car jam selling is what selling sells but only saints of the 7 avenues can sell the hells fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne once inisde the executive he never leaves his home gorillas drag their victiims hyenas try to sue snakes find grass in concrete there is no city zoo by ventilation units where towers meet the streets the ragged stand in bags soaking heat up through their feet this was the donly kindness and it was accidental too chorus now shaking single engined planes traffik-king stereos from cuba buzzed the holy zealot mass and drowned out missa luba and drowned out missa luba i thought i saw lauren bacall i thought i saw lauren bacall i swear hey fellas lauren bacall in a car jam yeah i don't believe it in a car jam ah yeah positively absolutely chorus

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SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO
darling you gotta let me know should i stay or should i go? if you say that you are mine i'll be here 'til the end of time so you got to let know should i stay or should i go? always tease tease tease siempre - coqetiando y enganyando you're happy when i'm on my knees me arrodilla y estas feliz one day is fine, next is black un dias bien el otro negro so if you want me off your back al rededar en tu espalda well come on and let me know me tienes que desir should i stay or should i go? me debo ir o que darme should i stay or should i go now? should i stay or should i go now? if i go there will be trouble an' if i stay it will be double so come on and let me know this indecision's bugging me esta undecision me molesta if you don't want me, set me free si no me quieres, librame exactly who'm i'm supposed to be diga me que tengo ser don't you know which clothes even fit me? ¿saves que robas me querda? come on and let me know me tienes que desir should i cool it or should i blow? ¿me debo ir o quedarme? should i stay or should i go now? ¿yo me frio o lo sophlo? if i go there will be trouble si me voi - va ver peligro and if i stay it will be double si me quedo es doble so you gotta let me know me tienes que decir should i stay or should i go? ¿yo me frio o lo sophlo?

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ROCK THE CASBAH
now the king told the boogie men you have to let that raga drop the oil down the desert way has been shakin' to the top the shiek he drove his cadillac he went a' cruisnin' down the ville the muezzin was a' standing on the radiator grille chorus the shareef don't like it rockin' the casbah rock the casbah the shareef don't like it rockin' the casbah rock the casbah by order of the prophet we ban that boogie sound degenerate the faithful with that craazy casbah sound but the bedouin they brought out the electric camel drum the local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb as soon as the shareef had cleared the square they began to wail chorus now over at the temple oh! they really pack 'em in the in crowd say it's cool to dig this chanting thing but as the wind changed direction the temple band took five the crowd caught a wiff of that crazy casbah jive chorus the king called up his jet fighters he said you better eaarn your pay drop your bombs between the minarets down the casbah way as soon as the shareef was chauffeured outta there the jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare as soon as the shareef was outta their hair the jet pilots wailed chorus he thinks it's not kosher fundamentally he can't take it. you know he really hates it.

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RED ANGEL DRAGNET
i come from a long way away and i know a fine thing when i see it. see it for the same reason no-one ever pointed a telescope at the sun talking about the red angels of new york city chorus who shot the shot? who got shot tonite? not even 5 enforcement agencies can save their own. never mind the people tonite it's raining on the angels of the city did anyone prophesize these people? only travis come in travis "one of these days i'm gonna get myself organized." "all the animals come out at night. queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal. some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets." "thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. listen you screwheads: here is a man who would not take it anymore. a man who stood up against the scum, the filth. now i see clearly." personally i know the alley where jack feeds on the birds of night not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2 can stop the blood and feathers flying waring overalls and for once and for all what is the dream? i'll tell it to live like they do in the movies san juan you listening? yeah i bet you are hands up for hollywood hooray i hear you snappy on the air hang in their wall to wall you saved the worled what else? you saved the girl chmpagne on ice no stranger to alcatraz to boot or strip it down chop it a little being reasonable just freedom to move to live for women to take a walk in the park at midnite hey, but this is erious she can't even get back home i come from a long way off and i know a lifegiver over a lifetaker for the same reason no-one ever pointed a gun at a policeman talking about the red angels of new york city yeah

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STRAIGHT TO HELL
if you can play on the fiddle how's about a british jig and reel? speaking king's english in quotation as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze in the generation clear as winter ice this is your paradise there ain't no need for ya go straight to hell boys y'wanna join in a chorus of the amerasian blues? when it's christmas out in ho chi minh city kiddie say poppa poppa poppa poppa san take me home see me got photo photo photograph of you mamma mamma mamma-san of you and mamma mamma mamma-san lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. it ain't coca-cola it's rice. straight to hell oh poppa-san please take me home oh poppa-san everybody they wanna go home so mamma-san says you wanna play mindcrazed banjo on the druggy+drag ragtime u.s.a.? in parkland international hah! junkiedom u.s.a. where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison the volatile molatov says- go straight to hell can you really cough it up loud and strong the immigrants they wanna sing all night long it could be anywhere most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere no man's land and there ain't no asylum here king solomon he never lived round here go straight to hell boys

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OVERPOWERED BY FUNK
if you ain't reggae for it..funk out! no-one knocking at your door? overpowered by funk? funk out! combatative, repetitive don't life just funk you out? asanine, stupifying can the clone line dry you out? part of the swarming mass? funk out! slugged by the new increase? scared of the human bomb? overpowered by funk? funk out! buy dog food rogue elephants tarzan on a ticker tape breakfast, serials? you know you can't escape overpowered by funk don't you love our western ways? car crashed by funk don't you love our western ways? benny goodman, trial by jury a phone box-full of books dustcarts and sunrise no-one gets off the hooks car crashed... food for the hungry millions? funk out! home for the floating people? skin for the napalm victim? overdrunk on power funk out! the final game will be solitaire overdrunk on power...funk out picture frame, tickets here for the graffiti train people at home show you care don't try fry me in your shockin' chairs funkpower over and out this is a message from futura don't prophisize the future i liven up the culture because i'm deadly as a vulture i paint on civilization it's environmentally wack so presenting my attack i'll brighten up your shack i'm down by law that's a fact just give me a wall. any building dull or tall i spray clandestine night subway i cover red purple on top of grey hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way the t.a. blew 40 mil they say we thew down by night they scrubbed it off by day ok tourists

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ATOM TAN
now the corporations stopped! stopped pushing fast food been a multiple shooting downtown at the bank reluctantly the panic begins to catch fire but it did not affect the steady sale of jun the state office looked it looked like hollywood with make-up bleeding all over the cracks wo he blew his lines facing the cameras he suffered the first chorus all live heart attack oh you've caught an even atom tan the motor-cyanide cyanide suicide he finally found the brick wall in his life shining up his engine he dressed right up for it at the top of the speedo he crumpled the bike there's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover- hoping at best to hold off al the rest once last stand at the bunker fire machine gun and pitchfork and breast chorus but it isn't so easy so easy for lovers chained in love stained at the top of the tower the pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed driving your heart away with the flowers all night i waited i waited for a horseman his ever faithful his indian friend i'm not the only one of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky for mankind's friend chorus oh you've caught an even atom tan calamine

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SEAN FLYNN
you know he just heard the drums of war when the past was a closing door the drums beat into the jungle floor chorus closing door closing door rain on the leaves soldier sing you never hear anything they filled the sky with a tropical storm. chorus you know he head the drums of war each man knows what he's looking for

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GHETTO DEFENDANT
starved in magalopolis hooked on megalopolis addict of metropolis do the worm on metropolis slam dance cosmopolis enlighten the populace hungry darkness of living who will thirst in the pit? she spent a life-time deciding how to run from it once fate had a witness and the years seemed like friends her babies can dream but dreams begin like the end chorus ghetto defendant it is heroin pity not tear gas nor baton charge that stops you taking the city walled out of the city clubbed down from uptown sprayed pest fromhe nest run out of barrio town forced to watch at the feast then sweep up the night flipped pieces of coin exchanged for birthright chorus the ghetto prince of gutter poets was bounced out of the room by the bodyguards of greed for disturbing the tomb his words like flamethrowers burnt the ghettos in their chests his face was painted whiter and he was laid to rest chorus soap floods oil in water all churnin' the wake and on the great ship of progress the crew can't find the break klaxons are blaring the admiral snores command submarines boil in oceans while the armies fight with suns chorus iron serenity shot into eternity strung out committee the senator is witty the guards are itchy guatemala, honduras, poland, 100 years war tv re-runningvision, death squad, salvador afghanistan mediation, old chinese flu kick junk, what else can a poor worker do?

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INOCULATED CITY
the soldier boy for his soliders pay obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says the seargent will for his seargent's pay obeythe general order of the battle play the generals bow to the government obey the charge you must not relent what of the neighbors and the prophets in bars? what are they saying in the publiz bazaar? we are tired of the tune you must not relent at every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes another boy from another side the bulletins that steady come in say those familiar words at the top of the hour the jamming city increases its hum and those terrible words continue to come through bras music of government hear those guns tattoo a roll on the drums no-one mentions the neighboring war no one knows what they're fighting for we are tired of the tune you must not relent

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DEATH IS A STAR
and i was gripped by that deadly phantom i followed him through hard jungles as he stalked through the back lots strangling through the night shades the thief of life moved onwards and outwards to love in a one stop only motel a storm bangs on the cheapest room the phantom slips in to spill blood even on the sweetest honeymoon the killer of love caught the last late niagara bus by chance or escaping from misery bu suddeness or in answer to pain smoking in the dark cinema you could see the bad go down again and the clouds are high in spanish mountains and a ford roars through the night full of rain. the killer's blood flows but he loads his gun again make a grown man cry like a girl to see the guns dying at sunset in vain lovers claimed but they never had met.

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