Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again On the Leeds side streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres But listen now, you're not safe here ...
Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. London, did you have to Take my child away? You buried him under Rent and low pay. I've been cyling in circles Round your empty streets. I've been searching In the pouring rain. I've been going alone ...
As for the latter, consider the story of John Abbott, a junior law clerk hand-picked by a large music publisher in 1902 to stamp out pirate sheet music operations around London. "He went about his task with alacrity," writes historian Adrian Johns, "recruiting and drilling an army of ...
You're in for surprise, you're in for a shock In London town streets when there's darkness and fog I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell from here Blessed by the night, holy and bright Called by the toll of the bell ...
They customised their gear and synchronised They flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes Guerilla operator ain't heard of cool Check out any wall... One hundred punks rule One hundred punks rule! A hundred punks run with London town ...
I run these streets like traffic police Walking with irons so I can straighten out beef like a priest Even without an automatic I still beat niggas down Like (? ) used to do in 85 Who'd of known they not (? ) I'm I'll like that It's the aka', harley davidson rocker Because ...
8 hours of Gedling Council fuck your life It’s spare room hassle Dead weight is living flesh We are no longer spesh These grips that pull my hair A life not lived ‘cos I don’t care This is the human race UKIP and your disgrace Chopped heads on London streets All you zombies tweet...
We got Thailand in the house And London in the house [Verse 1: Phum Viphurit] Wanderin' the streets all through the night Searchin' for the one to make me right Wonderin' if she's the shade of you And if so should I try and see it through?
In a London city and in a New York There are no go areas after dark I say muggers on the streets And thief in the park Tramps pon the sidewalk A dem a sky lark Some a catch the taxi - when they reach Their spot Pretend to pay the driver ...
Some threw it away , instead of something to say Cause the streets still ended up havin no names Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same And by 1998 we still had game. [verse 3] Only a pawn in the game Chastised for namin names ...