Lyrics

Read the paper - humdrum Henley Regatta - page one Eat die - ho hum Page three - big bum Giving a lunatic a loaded gun He walks - others run Thirty dead - no fun Foreigners feature as figures of fun Do something destructive chum Sit right down - write a letter to the Sun Say... "Bring back hangin' for everyone" They took my advice - they brought it back National costume was all-over-black There were corpses in the avenues and cul-de-sacs Piled up neatly in six-man stacks Hanging from the traffic lights and specially made racks They'd hang you for incontinence and fiddling your tax Failure to hang yourself justified the axe A deedely dee, a deedely dum Looks like they brought back hangin' for everyone The novelty's gone - it's hell This place is a - death cell The constant clang of the funeral bells Those who aren't hanging are hanging someone else The peoples pay - the paper sells It's plug ugly - sub-animal yells Death is unsightly - death smells Swingin' Britain - don't put me on They're gonna bring back the rope for everyone
Writer(s): John Cooper Clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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