When it happened we walked through all the estates, from Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large Man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and Stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that. Thanked us and we moved on.
'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned It into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had Worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of The track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone Voices.
I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German Government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks. In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about In the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.
I'm Joe Totale The yet unborn son The North will rise again The North will rise again Not in 10,000 years Too many people cower to criminals And government crap The estates stick up like stacks The North will rise again X4 Look where you are Look where you are The future death of my father
Shift!
Tony was a business friend Of RT XVIII And was an opportunist man Come, come hear my story How he set out to corrupt and destroy This future Rising
The business friend came round today With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck I threw him to the ground His blue shirt stained red The north will rise again. He said you are mistaken, friend I kicked him out of the home
Too many people cower to criminals And that government pap When all it takes is hard slap
But out the window burned the roads There were men with bees on sticks The fall had made them sick A man with butterflies on his face His brother threw acid in his face His tatoos were screwed The streets of Soho did reverberate With drunken Highland men Revenge for Culloden dead The North had rose again But it would turn out wrong The North will rise again
So R. Totale dwells underground Away from sickly grind With ostrich head-dress Face a mess, covered in feathers Orange-red with blue-black lines That draped down to his chest Body are a tentacle mess And light blue plant-heads TV showed Sam Chippendale No conception of what he'd made The Arndale had been razed Shop staff knocked off their ladders Security guards hung from moving escalators
And now that is said Tony seized the control He built his base in Edinburgh Had on his hotel wall A hooded friar on a tractor He took a bluey and he called Totale Who said, "the North has rose again" But it will turn out wrong
When I was in cabaret I vowed to defend All of the English clergy Though they have done wrong And the fall has begun This has got out of hand I will go for foreign aid But he Tony, laughed down the phone Said "Totale go back to bed" The North has rose today And you can stuff your aid! And you can stuff your aid!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
