‘A’ Bomb In Wardour Street (Live At The Brighton Centre)

This one's called "A-Bomb in Wardour Street"
We don't fucking care about shit

Where the streets are paved with blood
With cataclysmic overtones
Fear and hate linger in the air
A strictly no-go deadly zone

I don't know what I'm doing here
'Cause it's not my scene at all
A-bomb in Wardour Streets
They've called in the army

I'm stranded on the vortex floor
My head's been kicked in
And blood's started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back to the floor

A-bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the West End
Now it's spreading through the city

A-bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the city
Now it's spreading through the country

Law and order takes a turn for the worst
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land
And they tell you that you're still a free man

If this is freedom I don't understand
'Cause it seems like madness to me
A-bomb in Wardour Streets
Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb

Philistine nation of degradation
Hate and war, there must be more
It's Doctor Martin's A-P-O-C-A-L-Y-P-S-E
Apocalypse!

Bless you, good night