1.Panic
Songwriters：Morrissey, Steven; Marr, John
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But listen now, you're not safe here
So you run down to the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of
Carlisle, Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
Burn down the disco
Hang the D.J.
Because the music that they constantly play
Says nothing to me about my life
Hang the D.J.
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
(Repeat)
2.Real Enemy
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve
Whale
Reality punk is all together
The real enemy, the real enemy
Fighting each other, it just ain't clever
The real enemy, the real enemy
You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
The real enemy, the real enemy
If we don't stand together then this is the end
The real enemy, the real enemy
Today's youth stand together
The real enemy, the real enemy
In your combat or in your leather
The real enemy, the real enemy
There's a cause, a cause to fight
The real enemy, the real enemy
Not each other, we must unite
The real enemy, the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Banned from the pubs every night
The real enemy, the real enemy
Same old story, will you ever see the light？
The real enemy, the real enemy
Everyone together, now listen to me
The real enemy, the real enemy
Don't fight each other, fight the real enemy
The real enemy, the real enemy
3.Drinking And Driving
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Laurence
Pryor, Steve Whale
Half past five, I'm in the pub
Six o'clock it's home for grub
Eight o'clock, I'm back to the bar
Sod the walk, I'll take the car
Knock it back, have another one
Drinking and driving is so much fun
In the motor, off you go
Not too fast and not too slow
Keep your head and keep your cool
Must avoid that rightful pull
As you meander down the road
Don't forget your highway code
See the spot and take your pick
Out of the car to be sick
4.Guttersnipe
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve Whale
You preach anarchy but you make the rules
Settin' up heroes like celluloid fools
In 20 lines you put the world to right
You're antiwar but you wanna fight
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
You spread the lies to hide the truth
Leaders of the misled youth
Promote the myth to hide the vice
Intellects who don't think twice
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
You got your badges, you've got your causes
Label under civilian forces
In black and white upon your face
There's nothing but an empty space
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
Guttersnipe, guttersnipe
You ain't so right
You ain't worth
Worth light, worth a light
5.Blind Justice
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve
Whale
Burn, burn, burn the paper screamed out loud
Die, die, die, sang the voices in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't really do it and you know full well
So, burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
Die, die, die sang the voices in the crowd
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
He was a victim of inhuman revenge
He was a scapegoat for political ends
And no one knows if he did it or not
They never thought of that when they tightened the knot
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
When it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
Burn, burn, burn the papers screamed out loud
Die, die, die sang the voices in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't really do it and you know full well
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
And when it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
He didn't do it, he didn't do it
He wasn't there but you don't really care
He didn't do it, he didn't do it
He wasn't there but you don't really care
When it was over where did you go
To look at the photos of a dead hero
6.Work Or Riot？
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Laurence
Pryor, Stephen Whale
The winter of discontent's nearing
Thatchers got trouble with her hearing
The voices of many are gone unheard
I'd try to laugh if it wasn't absurd
This generation, it won't keep quiet
Work, riot, work or riot
The time is now to unite
Work, work, work or riot？ Riot
The out generation sit cold and die
Feed their faces and live the lie
In the papers everyday
So many rebels being put away
This generation, it won't keep quiet
Work, work, work or riot
The time is now to unite
Work, work, work or riot？ Riot
Have you ever heard punk on radio？
Have you ever been to a skinhead show？
No escape for the people like you
Did that happen in your time too？
This generation, it won't keep quiet
Work, riot, work or riot
The time is now to unite
Work, work, work or riot？ Riot
This generation won't keep quiet
Work, riot, work or riot
The time is now to unite
Work, work, work or riot？
7.Sabotage The Hunt
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve
Whale
Lying in wait, here they come
Dressed in red of course having fun
Trumpets blow, height of their day
Fox will die if they have their way
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage it anyway
Here they come with horse and hounds
Bursting rounds with laser bounds
Middle class murders must be blocked
Destruction of wildlife must be stopped
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage it anyway
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage it anyway
Go near their houses and you're kicked
Try and stop 'em and you'll be nicked
They're protected by the law
All we do is watch in awe
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage it anyway
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage it anyway
8.Mortgage Mentality
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons,
Laurence Pryor, Steve Whale
Run
I run a shop upon the hill
I give out orders at my will
People do as they're told
Till the day that they're old
Apart from work, life's a toss
'Cause at home my wife's the boss
I've got mortgage and all the loans
And a wife, three kids and moans
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
I'm not really the one in charge
For this shop is much too large
I just wouldn't know what to do
I'm just another fool
For the governor, it's plain to see
That's it's just got to be me
I'm the one with all the debts
So I must be the best bet
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
Mortgage mentality, mortgage mentality
Mortgage mentality, mentality, mentality
Mortgage, mortgage, mortgage mentality
Mortgage, mortgage, mortgage mentality
9.Nobody Listened
Lyricist：Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve
Whale
Didn't want the dole money in his hand
So he formed a chaos band
He didn't depend on anyone
He wanted so to have some fun
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
He didn't want no boring job
Or to become part of the mob
He didn't rely on anyone
And so became a kid on the run
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
He was the one who led the crowd
The law, they said his voice was too loud
They're determined to make him pay
And later that night, he passed away
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Johnny took a chance, that's what he said
Nobody listened and now he's dead
Now he's dead, now he's dead
Now he's dead
10.Suburban Rebels
Lyricist：Garry Johnson, Steve Kent
Oi
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers
Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers
Flared blue jeans and anoraks
With yellow streaks all down their backs
Who act so tough when their on TV
But trendy wankers don't scare me
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Suburban rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners
You're the middle class kiddies from public schools
Who write the slogans on the toilet walls
Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks
You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks
Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
But when you're alone you don't speak loud
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Suburban rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners
11.Hell 2 Pay
Lyricist：M Fitzsimons, S Whale
Some say you cards were marked in advance
Gun in your hand and God on your side
A shot rang out on a London night
In a land where justice is a game
As dawn breaks over London town
Hell 2 pay
Revenge you find is nowhere to be found
Forget, forgive, I'm gonna take you down
With a friend started as a brother
I ended with no brother
12.The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth
Lyricist：Fitzsimons, Kent, Whale
How dare you sit in judgment
Of working girls on the game？
You're just as guilty, your honor
Hiding facts behind your fame
Dishing out a prison term
For what should be your right
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
Pass the buck with a sentence
Learned upholder of decency
Dishonored your bench and all who sit on it
Paid young girls frequently
Dishing out a prison term
For what should be their right
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
With your friends in high places
Hypocrite, son of a bitch
The only reason you're still here
Is 'coz you're filthy rich
Dishing out a prison term
For what should be their right
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
We want the truth
13.No Mercy for You
Lyricist：M Fitzsimons, S Whale
The glimmer of the past is held so dear
There's nothing else left for me here
We were young and withstood the knocks
We were the kings of the tower block
Smashing windows, fight all day
'You're no good', my mother would say
On the same side
Even way back then
I've been kicking around this town so long
I don't know what to do
Generation, generation
No mercy for you
All the buildings in my town are gray
Cold, mean, cruel, no future, no way
With its own justice and rules within
Walls this filthy have no sin
The police don't come round here no more
Protect the rich and fuck the poor
Too old to cry, too young to know why
I justify this last goodbye
14.Justice Not Politics
Lyricist：Fitzsimons, Kent, Whale
Newspapers, magazines, jobs galore
Middle class students, oh, what a bore
Designer labels trendy post codes
Putting Charlie up your nose
Brand new cars take a look
Paid by daddy's big check book
Your rebellion stands at the back of the club
Inking down notes with the bands blood
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
What goes through your mind is a mystery
You watch street bands kickin' history
We're having a say, you're having a go
You're the first to spot a row at a punk show
Dancing and music's about having fun
Little bit of trouble you turn tail and run
What you once believed in now you take the piss
By word of mouth and negative press
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
We want justice not politics
15.No Time 4 U
Lyricist：Fitzsimons, Kent, Whale
We grew up together
When we were only kids
Fighting against a world
That didn't really exist
Don't know where it went wrong
And I don't know who to blame
No time for you now
No time for you now
Still we carry on
No time for you now
No time for you now
Still we carry on
Nestling on your pedestal
Low as low can be
The streets where we came from
Is where I wanna be
A rumor here a rumor there
This time you're gonna fall
Time has passed the youth has gone
You didn't get the call
No time for you now
No time for you now
Still we carry on
No time for you now
No time for you now
Still we carry on
One, two
One, two, three, four
No time for you now
Still we carry on
No time for you now
Still we carry on
No time for you now
Still we carry on
No time for you now
16.One Thing Left To Say
Lyricist：Fitzsimons, Kent, Whale
Caught up in something
You didn't wanna do
It's not your fault so
I'll leave it up to you
I'm trying, you're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Thought you were big and brave
Now it's the only thing you crave
You've blacked out your memory
Is there anything out there you can see？
I'm trying, you're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Away, away, away, away
Know you need help but you won't admit it
Going to them might put you in it
Trying to handle your addiction
It's in your blood, it's an affliction
I'm trying, you're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
I'm trying, you're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Away, away, away
Cry to the world you wanna break out
Away, away, away
Cry to the world you wanna break out
Away
17.Get Out While You Can
Lyricist：Boyce Kevin, Brennan Mark Stephen Peter, Mick Fitzsimons,
Whale Stephen
You never question, you never ask why
You never listen, you never try
Never wanting to make a stand
With people like you humanity's damned
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Bomb could drop but you don't care
Cupboard's empty but you won't share
People repressed but you don't see
Normal attitude sickens me
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
Get out
...
18.Another Rebel Dead
They found him in the lane
With cocaine in his brain
They found him on his own
Someone saw him lying there
I heard what was said
Another rebel dead
They say he killed himself
But it was someone else
His name was on their list
And now he don't exist
He didn't stand a chance
Upon his grave they dance
They were determined
To blow him out
And so the papers read
That Johnny Smith was dead
A little girl asked why
And made her brother cry
Why did they make him
Go that way？
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