Asian Dub Foundation Lyrics
Asian Dub Foundation Lyrics
"Officer XX Lyrics"
It Ain't a Party Lyrics
(Tim Johnson/David Malloy/Kim Williams) You can fill your local honky-tonk with every guy in town Tell the bartender to set 'em up, free drinks all around Pump the jukebox full of quarters and let that musi
(Tim Johnson/David Malloy/Kim Williams) You can fill your local honky-tonk with every guy in town Tell the bartender to set 'em up, free drinks all around Pump the jukebox full of quarters and let that musi
Written by: Das, Pandit, Savale, Tailor, Zaman
Canteen culture colouring the view
From Hendon to Eltham, not following the clue
Corruption instruction, the life blood of the blue
The whole of the barrel is rotten and not just a few
Evidence buried with a secret handshake
Investigating officers on the double X take
Lost records and notes, excuses half baked
Screwed up A4 and this is no mistake
Offi
The Shadowchamber Lyrics
crowned by an elder shade i am yet of burdensome origin a wrathvision, a scar... i and pain as one we bled from light with blackened marble eyes we cascade onto the impaler's feet ...harlots
cer XX, it's time to liaisecrowned by an elder shade i am yet of burdensome origin a wrathvision, a scar... i and pain as one we bled from light with blackened marble eyes we cascade onto the impaler's feet ...harlots
Let me introduce you to the brand new krays
No mention of the gangster- 'Informer' is the phrase
No communication in the 'In' and 'Out' trays
MI5, them building up Combat 18?
Nazi turnouts and the BNP in between?
Running drugs for money for the loyalists?
Macpherson, how come you missed the whole a this?
Defective constable, what you gonna say?
Suspending our belief and still on full
Once & Not Speak Lyrics
Well I might be politic Or I might just grab your hand I'm not selfish with my story I just want something, understand Oh, this world is not for grieving It's not grieving for my cry And I hate this
ayWell I might be politic Or I might just grab your hand I'm not selfish with my story I just want something, understand Oh, this world is not for grieving It's not grieving for my cry And I hate this
Chief Condon is safe, what did you expect?
Who's up next?
Calling Officer XX!
Spindoctors and editors engaged in a pact
Information leaked out to cover up the facts
Daily slackmail onto a nice little earner
While another thousand cases still on the back burner
Zero tolerance for Jack the Home Sec
Running for cover 'cause him know we're after him neck
Him a huff and him a puff
Inna de name a de law
Saviour Machine II Lyrics
Lord, into your hands I commend my spirit. Alive to see legions of angels awaiting the sacred Incarnation. Take me home to clean the bloody robe of The covenant sealed between heaven and earth,
When it come to the guilty him a man of StrawLord, into your hands I commend my spirit. Alive to see legions of angels awaiting the sacred Incarnation. Take me home to clean the bloody robe of The covenant sealed between heaven and earth,
This shameful spectacle we can see clearly
Conspiracy in practice
Now not in theory
Heard all of de report and looked over the whole a de text
Time to step forward now Officer XX
Defective constable, what you gonna say?
Suspending our belief and still on full pay
Chief Condon is safe, what did you expect?
Who's up next?
Calling Officer XX!
- If You Got It Lyrics
- Sous l'Eclat Blanc Du Nouveau Mill?naire Lyrics
- The Ice Cream Man Cometh Lyrics