Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone

It's times like these when a neck looks for a knife A wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets Tension is high under sea and over sky Pressure Drop, people are acting foolish Ooh, but it's easy to see Ooh, we could dance and be free Ooh, to that 2-tone beat But it looks like it's gone, gone, gone Gangsters and clowns with a stereotyped sound It's coming like a ghost town, someone always knew it Hatred and shame, a racialist game Cycles of blame, someone sang me through it Who? Well, it's easy to see Ooh, we could dance to be free Ooh, to that 2-tone beat But it looks like it's gone, gone, gone, gone I asked Jerry, he told Terry Terry sang a song just for me Lynvall gave a message to me Rhoda screamed and asked me, "where have all the rude boys gone?" I asked Jerry, he told Terry Terry sang a song just for me Lynvall gave a message to me Rhoda screamed and then she asked me I asked Jerry, he told Terry Terry sang a song just for me Lynvall gave a message to me Rhoda screamed and then she asked me I asked Jerry, he told Terry Terry sang a song just for me Lynvall gave a message to me Rhoda screamed and then she asked me I asked Jerry, he told Terry Terry sang a song just for me Lynvall gave a message to me Rhoda screamed and asked me, "where have all the rude boys gone?"