Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The N.W.R.A., artist - The Fall. Album song Live 1980 November 20th Cedar Ballroom Birmingham UK, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Record label: Cog Sinister
Song language: English
The N.W.R.A. |
I’m Joe Totale |
The yet unborn son |
The North will rise again |
The North will rise again |
Not in 10,000 years |
Not in 10,000 years |
Too many people cower to criminals |
And government crap |
The estates stick up like stacks |
The North will rise again |
The North will rise again |
The North will rise again |
The North will rise again |
(You are mistaken friend) |
Look where you are |
Look where you are |
The future death of my father |
Shift! |
Tony was a business friend of RT XVIII |
And was an opportunist man |
Come, come hear my story |
Of how he set out to corrupt and destroy |
This future Rising |
The business friend came round today |
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck |
I threw him to the ground |
His blue shirt stained red |
The North will rise again |
He said «You are mistaken, friend» |
I kicked him out the home |
Too many people cower to criminals |
And that government pap |
When all it takes is hard slap |
But out the window burned the roads |
There were men with bees on sticks |
The fall had made them sick |
A man with butterflies on his face |
His brother threw acid in his face |
His tattoos were screwed |
The streets of Soho did reverberate |
With drunken Highland men |
Revenge for Culloden dead |
The North had rose again |
But it would turn out wrong |
The North will rise again |
So R. Totale dwells underground |
Away from sickly grind |
With ostrich head-dress |
Face a mess, covered in feathers |
Orange-red with blue-black lines |
That draped down to his chest |
Body a tentacle mess |
And light blue plant-heads |
TV showed Sam Chippendale |
No conception of what he’d made |
The Arndale had been razed |
Shop staff knocked off their ladders |
Security guards hung from moving escalators |
And now that is said |
Tony seized the control |
He built his base in Edinburgh |
Had on his hotel wall |
A hooded friar on a tractor |
He took a bluey and he called Totale |
Who said, «The North has rose again |
«But it will turn out wrong» |
When I was in cabaret |
I vowed to defend |
All of the English clergy |
Though they have done wrong |
And the fall has begun |
This has got out of hand |
I will go for foreign aid |
But he Tony, laughed down the phone |
Said «Totale, go back to bed! |
«The North has rose today |
«And you can stuff your aid! |
«And you can stuff your aid! |
«And you can stuff your aid! |
«And you can stuff your aid! |
«And you can stuff your aid!» |