| Where the streets are pave with blood,
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| with cataclysmic overtones
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| Fear and hate linger in the air
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| A strictly no-go deadly zone
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| I don’t know what I’m doing here
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| 'cause it’s not my scene at all
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| There’s an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street
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| They’ve called in the Army, they’ve called in the police
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| I’m stranded on the vortex floor
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| My head’s been kicked in and blood’s started to pour
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| Through the haze I can see my girl
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| Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door
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| There’s an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it’s blown up the City
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| Now it’s spreading through the country
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| Law and order takes a turn for the worst,
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| In the shape of a size 10 boot
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| Rape and murder throughout the land,
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| and they tell me that you’re still a free man
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| Well if this is freedom I don’t understand
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| 'cause it seems like madness to me.
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| 'A' bomb in Wardour Street.
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| Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb!
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| A Philistine nation, of degradation,
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| And hate and war. |
| There must be more.
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| It’s Doctor Martin’s A P O C A L Y P S E Apocalypse! |