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Where the streets are paved with blood, |
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with cataclysmic overtones, |
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Fear and hate linger in the air, |
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A strictly no-go deadly zone. |
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I don't know what I'm doing here |
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'cause it's not my scene at all |
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There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street |
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They've called in the Army, they've called in the police to. |
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I'm stranded on the vortex floor, |
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My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour |
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Through the haze I can see my girl |
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15 geezers got her pinned to the door |
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I try to reach her but fall back to the floor |
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'A' bomb in Wardour Street |
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It's blown up the West End, now it's spreading throughout the City, |
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'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City |
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Now it's spreading through the country. |
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Law and order take a turn for the worst, |
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In the shape of a size 10 boot. |
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Rape and murder throughout the land, |
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and they tell you that you're still a free man. |
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If this is freedom I don't understand |
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'cause it seems like madness to me. |
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'A' bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb, |
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Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb. |
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A Phillistine nation, of degredation, |
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And hate and war. There must be more |
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It's Doctor Martin's A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E, |
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Apocalypse! |
