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A Bomb In Wardour Street - Lyrics by Jam, The


Lyrics

Where the streets are pave with blood,
With cataclysmic overtones
Fear and hate linger in the air
A strictly no-go deadly zone
I don't know what i'm doing here
'cause it's not my scene at all
There's an 'a' bomb in wardour street
They've called in the army, they've called in the police

I'm stranded on the vortex floor
My head's been kicked in and blood's started to poor
Through the haze i can see my girl
Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door

There's an 'a' bomb in wardour street, it's blown up the city
Now it's spreading through the country

Law and order takes a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land,
And they tell me that you're still a free man
Well if this is freedom i don't understand
'cause it seems like madness to me.

'a' bomb in wardour street.
Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb!

A philistine nation, of degradation,
And hate and war. there must be more.
It's doctor martin's a p o c a l y p s e - apocalypse!