I am your waiter for the evening Let me show you to your table Here’s a menu and a blindfold Some sharp knives, if you’re able I am your blood-stained pavement I'm not here for your fucking entertainment I am your waiter for the evening I am your waiter for the evening I live in a world that is blood-stained by the greed of many nations providing some with compensations should they choose to queue for rations Be it a car or the gates to heaven you command your price or haven I am your blood-stained pavement I'm not here for your fucking entertainment I am your waiter for the evening I live in a world that is blood-stained Where fame is currency Where bland is fluency Where art is just proficiency So we make this loud cacophony I am your waiter for the evening I am your waiter for the evening……..

I will not rally around - your flag of convenience I dont seek your approval - your majestic benevolence I wont mind my manners - ‘cos your world is as good as dead I reject your New World Order - I’ll live in my head. Go down to the Factory I think I’ll stay in bed Get fucked with your New World Order Im gonna live in my head Get the bus to Downtown See the things you can buy! Kiss the bosses in the New World Order I think Id rather fucking die See the little houses Don’t you dare want for more Theyre made of paper in the New World Order I think I’ll kick down the door Lets go on holiday Two weeks in the sun! It’s all-inclusive in the New World Order But I’m not a compliant one So I will not go down to the Factory I think I’ll stay in bed Get fucked with your New World Order Im gonna live in my head So I will not go down to the factory I’ll stay in bed Get fucked with your New World Order Im gonna live in my head Get to fuck with your New World Order Get to fuck with your New World Order Get to fuck with your New World Order Im gonna live in my head.

Wave to the copper in the helicopter Lets have a disco in their blue and red flashing lights Lets have a cuppa in their nice copper kettle I dont trust them they’re thick as thieves Take back the streets Take back the streets Push back on them Push, back, on, them… Push back on them Push, back, on, them… >>>>> Push back on them Push, back, on, them… Push back on them Push, back, on, them… Lets have a shower in your water cannon I’ll give you my number, as long as you show me yours. Hey Mr Plainclothes, where d’ya get your Clash T-Shirt? I dont trust them they’re thick as thieves. Take back the streets Take back the streets Push back on them Push, back, on, them… Push back on them Push, back, on, them… On them, On them, On them

London Stock Exchange, I dont know what day I sometimes I dont know, but I dont care much anyway I sit with my millionaire breakfast of crisps and Tizer Listening to Whats This For? my earbuds on fire I watch the suits in their intense pursuits Huddled over their Apples with their takeaway boxes Of posh sushi, a little reward for turning their backs Earning more in a day than a nurse does in a year Shuffling imaginary cash, creaming off a stash They disgust me, these chancers and thieves. Drinking champers at a charity bash Theses tricksters, no better than hoodies selling hash. Then there is Big Pauls drums in my head He beats out Tension… and the Unspeakable I have a secret world these fuckers really should fear. I dont want what they worship……… I decide to move on, I’ve a way to go I find myself in Leicester Sq, dont you know? Tourists, children, pickpockets and the god squad I have the Slits and Viv Albertine the she-God The admirable quest for my countrys’ rich culture is reduced to buying M&Ms by the scoop Queuing for a bond film and the meat market disco on a loop They could have done this in Bum-fuck Idaho We havent moved on from the gin soaked boy Whats the point of going anywhere and imposing shit? Fuck off with your selfie and your sweatshop toy Then there is Viv and Ari Typical Girls and Still England Oh Lord give me something to aspire to Something to kill or forgive for. Love Hate Loneliness and Laughter The four corners of my apocalypse Ive arrived at Parliament, the silver spoon of magma Full of puppies from a dogma I switch to Feeding the 5000 I kind of been saving it for this I find a seat in the park and stare at the spires A beautiful mothership, full of liars You cant deny the beauty of the place A giant gothic coffin complete with corpse Where has my revolution gone? To corruption, of course. And Ignorant tells me they Owe Us a Living And Im full of rage, yet calm My head is full of that rhythm and anger The true sound of kindness over alarm. I stroll through Green Park, seeing whats mine Punk shuffling as my constant companion I am near the end of my journey now Buck House, Royalties bastion I stand by the fountain and look at the gates - that balcony, it looks lonely Free from free loading fuckers, waving to the plebs - Shes not my one and only Where else does it matter that your born to status? Born to money and rule My countrymen died for this shit to change - but still the fucking cesspool And of course I have Lydon at full volume Asking to save her although she’s no Human Being I head for the tube flicking a V to the state of the nation Welcoming the camaraderie of the Underground, where my heart has always been.

No Control No Control Deep State What a state Democratic Just a tactic Nervous system Kill the system No Control No Control History is on your shoulder Can you feel it? Breathing down your neck Carry your cross to your crucifixion You’re already dead No Control…. No Control… No Control…. 15 crosses in your lifetime The choices sanitised and controlled That’s your democracy For that they impose order For that you are supposed to die for the flag They say you are free, but only as you cost nothing No Control No Control Public order No border Manifesto Just a ghetto G8 State hate History is on your shoulder Can you feel it? Breathing down your neck Have you sussed out your own extinction?

HEY! MR POLITICIAN MAN YOURE A FUCKING LIAR YOU CANT TELL THE TRUTH FROM A LIE ANYMORE YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! MR MEDIA MOGUL MAN YOURE A FUCKING LIAR YOURE ALL SPIN – NO PROOF – NO TRUTH I THINK I’LL SWITCH OVER HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! MR TEACHER MAN YOURE A FUCKING LIAR YOU SAY IF I LEARN OF THIS SHIT YA TELL ME I WILL GO MUCH HIGHER HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! MR POLICE MAN YOURE A FUCKING LIAR YOU THINK WERE NOT WATCHING, YOU THINK WE’LL LOOK AWAY YOU THINK WE’LL TIRE HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY NO WAY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY

Firing Squad Ditch PART 1 I met myself and I realised i was death A big mouth, dribbling lick lick lick He says name rank serial number Barny Smyth, Blockhead 666 You don’t get any more than that You fat fuck you make me sick sick sick Explicit straight jacket d-notice Im already in solitary kick kick kick Whats that I can hear outside? Times up fucker tick tick tick Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im a nasty little accident a nasty little snitch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch I will come when Im good and ready Come quietly says the monster of I, I, I Dust on a rock, thats all this is Dont argue he says, die die die You know Ive always hated you? Mutual Im sure, lie lie lie I don’t care its all the same to me Valhalla, bye bye bye. Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im a nasty little accident a tiny little snitch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch Im a nasty little accident a nasty little itch Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch FIRING SQUAD DITCH PART 2 Thieves vagabonds and carpet-baggers - will you join me in battle? I will resist and expose my tormentors - I will not be cattle Let there be no deceit or any disguise - I have no room for a man with pity in his eyes I survived the Firing Squad Ditch and I accuse the powerful and rich They think theyre safe in their compound defences Security guards and barbed wire fences I played dead so I would not be harmed - in my firing squad ditch - factory farmed I survived the Firing Squad Ditch - I accuse the powerful and rich I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch And I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - I accuse the powerful and rich I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich (staring at the sky from a Firing Squad Ditch) I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich (staring at the sky from a Firing Squad Ditch) I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - Black Spot! Black spot! The powerful and rich I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - Black Spot! Black spot! The powerful and rich (lick lick lick, 666, sick sick sick, tick tick tick, III, die die die, lie lie lie, bye bye bye)

You have your palaces and entertainments Your mass-produced self-containments I have the loneliness of the long distance gunner English… Newtown… Gorilla! English Newtown Gorilla Tall as a factory gate - Ha! English Newtown Gorilla Red blood, English hate English Newtown Gorilla A monster from the smallest crack English Newtown Gorilla Smash the town - Never look back! ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA English Newtown Gorilla Come too close and I’ll eat you alive English Newtown Gorilla I’m the baby boom killer ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA You can have it if you want it Better watch it if ya dont Nobody gonna watch your back Not with me they wont Tall as a factory gate I’m the baby boom killer Red blood and my English hate The Newtown Gorilla ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA

Oh Lord don’t let me be misunderstood I know you think I’m just a thug in your posh neighbourhood I don’t care what grudges you’re selling, Your ‘isms’ and your factions I’ll judge you by your kindness, your spirit and your actions If you’re obsessed with money and status and class You’ve missed the fucking point mate and you can kiss my newtown arse And if you look down on other people Because of what they do, who they love or worship Then I’m a better Englishman than you. Oh Lord, don’t let me be misunderstood. So what more can I tell you, about what’s in store? Having lived for nearly 60 summers, and I don’t know how many more I’ve watched liars make war and call it democratic I’m not buying your politics - or any other fucking tactic All those systems failed us, so when people wave their flags Remember they always sell you out – and put a rifle in your hands We scar the land, poison the sea, and there’s too many of us you see? Even hatred of different coloured skin – I mean how thick have you got to be? So don’t let anyone tell you, what to say think or do Even us, this is just some art, we hope it puts a stone in your shoe But we tell you what your left with in a world that chooses blindness The place to start, is with your own kindness Oh Lord, don’t let me be misunderstood.

Here comes the devil and he’s riding a big bomb No need to worry the end soon come Maybe the knife, the spear, the raging sun The gallows, the gas, the lying Veritas I don’t see any way out at all The Reckoning of the fireball Oh saviour high Is this the dust and the end of things? Is this a death that feeds the earth? Or the sleep of beasts and kings Power of Man! Power of Man! The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man! Power of Man! Power of Man! The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man! This is the March of the Runts Armed to the teeth and heading for your rabbit hutch Laughing as they cross the field Out of the forest The blood mud, No rest for the killing zest I don’t see any way out at all The Reckoning of the fireball Oh saviour high Is this the dust and the end of things? Is this a death that feeds the earth? Or the sleep of beasts and kings Power of Man! Power of Man! The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man! Power of Man! Power of Man! The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man!

Confusing world Fast moving clouds Flags for the children Guns for the crowd Is this the world where I have no mercy? Or the one where I am the Black Dog? Is this the world where I am cannon fodder? Or the one where I am your God? YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD Our Father They raised gallows in your name If there be a million kingdoms There are none below your heavens Give us this day our daily dread And tell of the righteousness of war Against those that trespass against us Control us with redemption And deliver us from free-will Forever and never Amen Confusing world Dearly beloved we’re the dealers in shame Fast moving clouds I cannot see you so I don’t believe you Flags for the children The pulpits having trouble with the system P.A. Guns for the crown The Evil. The gracious. Imposters the same YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD Is this the world where I have no mercy? Or the one where I am the Black Dog? Is this the world where I am cannon fodder? Or the one where I am your God? YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD YOURE NOT MY GOD

SONG FOR THE GONE This is a lament for those that have gone, Maybe it was your father Who gave you song Or was it someone who found they couldn’t carry on The saddest the young who were not strong Did they earn your freedom in a battle for away? Was it a lover who gave you away? Did someone say something that plays in your mind? Maybe you struggle that they left you behind I lament all those souls And from the rock, I offer them this song Love them And never forget Carry them along.

Hey Little World Hey Little World You’ve got nothing that I want Don’t you miss me when Im gone In the black I will be alone Throw my statue in the sea We’re less than we see Forget me.