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I'm Waitin'
02:23
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Yes
02:41
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Chorus
Yes, Yes, we say Yes
Tell them on the TV tell them on the press
I want my country I want no less
No more London doldrums
Mining born and mining bred
It kept us warm but now its dead
We turned our backs and they shot us in the head
Take these London doldrums
Don't leave us Scotland please say no
Davy Bowie tells us so
If we're a burden then let us go
Farewell to London doldrums
Chorus
36 papers on
The side of No and we've got one
Roll up your sleeves and get it done
Fight these London doldrums
Lord George Robertson has told
The world we're nasty, brash and bold
Forces of evil will unfold
Dark Star London doldrums
Chorus
For forty years the oil's been spent
On nuclear submarines and then
It's time to give them back and
Keep them in their London doldrums
Blame the refugees and poor
For all your troubles are you sure?
The bankers get scot-free, the same
Etonian London doldrums
Chorus
Take us forward lead the way
A new society can say
To the world we're here and here to stay
End these London doldrums
We come from England, Pakistan
Highlands. Lowlands and Iran
We all believe Yes, Yes we can
The work has just begun.
Chorus x2
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The Bogey Man
02:08
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4. |
Winnie Cooper's Glasses
03:48
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The Killer
02:54
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The United Colours of Cumnock
My town is a green town, but it's not a 'fuck the queen' green town,
it's a tree in every scene town,
wae gairdens freshly dug.
That's green that pours through every crack,
through pavements, viaducts, fitba' parks,
where men who suffer heart attacks,
go walks wae three-leg dugs.
My town is a blue town, a 'who the fuck are you' town,
a 'what school did you go to' town
and 'are you one of us?'
That's blue that seeps through doors and walls,
fae pubs and bookies, village halls,
where men would guard old Derry's walls,
instead o' guarding us.
These towns are built from bricks and steel
From wages earned under the wheel
Into the black the men were sent
Where nane o mine will go
My town was once a red town, another miner dead town,
a men who fought and bled town,
wae brave and stalwart wives.
That's red that came fae meeting rooms,
fae folk that worked the pumps and looms.
when burgh bands played different tunes,
and we marched for better lives.
These towns are built from bricks and steel
From wages earned under the wheel
Into the black the men were sent
Where nane o mine will go
But now my town's a grey town, a 50 mils a day town,
a watch life slip away town,
a tunnel wae nae light.
That's grey that weeps fae dying eyes,
bewildered parents, children's cries,
wae skinny arms and stick-like thighs,
and nae strength left to fight
These towns are built from bricks and steel
From wages earned under the wheel
Into the black the men were sent
Where nane o mine will go
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