A re write of a song written by us some years ago, ( things havent changed, have they !!
Its still as grim on the City Streets as when this re worked song was originally written by us some years ago !
URBAN WARFARE
Tell me one politician who don't tell lies
They promise the earth then turn a blind eye
They watch us from on high as the boys come of age
All the colours of man enter the turfwar rage
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So Come on down to street level all you people of note
See the faces of the Nation ready to vote
You offered up yourself as a man of decision
Who could cut out all the rot with a confident vision
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Down on the ward another boy waits to die
Yeah... he honoured his gang and yeah he gave it a try
The policeman looks down as he utters a sigh
Was it really worth the price of an eye.... for an eye ?
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So come on down to the street level all you people of note--- see the faces of the Nation that are getting ready to vote
Well you punish us and you tax us and you live like Kings--- to working class people expense slips - they just don't mean a thing
So we all go to the ballot and we vote for a side but knowing full well that we're there just for the ride
Our fathers before us did exactly the same thing
Whoever you vote for they're still gonna let you down whether in your village, in your city or in your town
So don't feel so guilty when making a choice-- 'cos none of these parties speak with our voice
Keep your head up and walk with a stride - but remember - they can take all our money but never, ever our pride
So come on down to the street level you Star Spangled Banner you Union Jack, 'cos its time for the people OK ? - yeah
to get something right on back !!