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Midnight to six man |
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For the first time from Jamaica |
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Dillinger and Leroy Smart |
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Delroy Wilson, your cool operator |
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Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae |
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With backing bands sound systems |
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And if they've got anything to say |
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There's many black ears here to listen |
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But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right |
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Charging from the bass knives to the treble |
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But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel |
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Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel |
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Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack |
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'Cos it won't get you anywhere |
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Fooling with your guns |
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The British Army is waiting out there |
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An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons |
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White youth, black youth |
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Better find another solution |
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Why not phone up Robin Hood |
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And ask him for some wealth distribution |
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Punk rockers in the UK |
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They won't notice anyway |
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They're all too busy fighting |
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For a good place under the lighting |
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The new groups are not concerned |
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With what there is to be learned |
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They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny |
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Turning rebellion into money |
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All over people changing their votes |
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Along with their overcoats |
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If Adolf Hitler flew in today |
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They'd send a limousine anyway |
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I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf |
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Who looks so sick in the sun |
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I'm the white man in the Palais |
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Just lookin' for fun |
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I'm only |
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Looking for fun |