A welfare state, class compromise. Which stops things short, short of revolution. Assault on freedom, there's no protection. There's no equality in exploitation.
News break on the radio. There's a helicoptor raid. We've got a kidnap victim on our hands. The reason why is so unclear. Afternoon - filled with fear.
It all started way back then. A lifetime of robbery down in the East End. The jailbird's been freed to roam again. I got no money. It's easy to see what time has done to me.
In the dark and sunless hours. On the streets of London town. There stood you and the boys. And you were always messing around. When the streets are out ot get you.
Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore. Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore viva viva. Bobby Moore's football machine. Everybody knew they'd seen a sensation. A a sensation here what I say now Bobby Moore's football machine.
I would like to meet Billy Kardoff. I would like to go to the pub. But I'm stuck here with me own company. My friend this is really tough. . [Chorus:].
A moonlight morning back in ninty-five. twenty-five years old and glad to be alive. Belmarsh Prison stripped his rights. Belmarsh Prison took his life.
Burn, Burn, Burn the paper screamed out loud. Die, Die, Die, sang the voices in the crowd. Lock him up and throw him in a cell. He didn't really do it and you know full well.
Anarchy in the street. London town is burning again. The city's under siege. There's blood on the pavement. Soho has been defaced. Handcuffs, truncheon and mace.
They found him in the lane. With cocaine in his brain. They found him on his own Someone saw him lying there. . [Chorus]. I heard what was said. Another rebel dead.
Its happening all over. The problems that you see. Companies striving for profits. They know that cannot be. Computers are taking over. The worlds banking machine.
[Chorus]. "Always isn`t always" - that`s what you always say. "Always isn`t always" - tomorrow's another day. . I thought your lying wouldn`t mean much to me.
Your TV image, sofa, and beers. Your gobbing off about Brittany Spears. Eaton, Cambridge - they paid for it all. You're just a wanker, but you think you're cool.
They found him in the lane. With cocaine in his brain. They found him on his own Someone saw him lying there. . [Chorus:]. I heard what was said. Another rebel dead.
Just because you're nobody. It doesn't mean that you're no good. Just because there's a reason. It doesn't mean it's understood. . It doesn't make it alright.
Gotta gotta getaway, gotta gotta getaway. . You know there ain't no street like home. To make you feel so all alone. Plenty of folk to tell you what to do.
These strangers come calling. Soon enough, they're gone. The twilight is falling. Lamps will soon go on. . And where does summer go?. I will never know.
Well I can ask the genie to pull me through. Well I can ask the madman for his point of view. And I can call a psychic for a well rehersed guess. I can call on buddha for a walk in the dark.
Little child dry your crying eyes. How can I explain the fear you feel inside. Cause you were born into this evil world. Where man is killing man and no one knows just why.
Am I leavin' life behind. Was I livin' life at all. I still need to run and hide. Or have i really found the answer. . Over and over again. I am spiraling into nothing.