Greetings And Felicitations: The Jam Tribute EP

In The City

In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you

But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool

I wanna say, I wanna tell you about the young ideas but you turn them into fears

In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright

And those golden faces are under twenty five

They wanna say, they gonna tell ya about the young idea

You better listen now you've said your bit

And I know what you're thinking you're sick of that kind of crap

But you'd better listen because the kids know where it's at

In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms

And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man

We wanna say, we gonna tell ya about the young idea

And if it don't work, at least we still tried

In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you

A Bomb In Wardour Street

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 because 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 pour

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

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!

The Eton Rifles

Sup up your beer and collect your fags there's a row going on down near Slough

Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself

Thought you were smart when you took them on but you didn't take a peep in their artillery room

All that rugby puts hairs on your chest what chance have you got against a tie and a crest?

What a nice day for the Eton Rifles

I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles

Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,

Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,

Composed a revolutionary symphony,

Then went to bed with a charming young thing

Cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles

An extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles

What a catalyst you turned out to be:

Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -

Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy...

What a catalyst you turned out to be:

Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -

Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy...

We came out of it naturally the worst:

Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt.

We were no match for their untamed wit,

Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week.

It's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles

I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles

The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had To Swallow)

In your white lace and your wedding bells

You look the picture of contented new wealth

But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies

I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me

Out of grey skies to change my misery

The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place

Now watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

The bitterest pill is mine to take

If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more ill

Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life

Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight

The dying spark, you left your mark on me

The promise of your kiss, but with someone else

For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow

The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

The bitterest pill is mine to take

If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill!

That's Entertainment

A police car and a screaming siren

Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete

A baby wailing, a stray dog howling

The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking