The NWRA - Live at Tut's Chicago Lyrics

Song	The NWRA - Live at Tut's Chicago
Artist	The Fall
Album	A Part Of America Therein. 1981
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	作词 : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith
	When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
	Manchester right to, er,
	Newcastle.
	In Darlington, helped a large man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and stuff through his flat window.
	She had a way with people like that.
	Thanked us and we moved on. '
	Junior Choice' played one morning.
	The song was '
	English Scheme.'
	Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song.
	How they did it
	I don't know.
	DJs had worsened since the rising.
	Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices.
	I was mad, and laughed at the same time.
	The West German government had brought over large yellow trains on
	Teeside docks.
	In Edinburgh.
	I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the
	Queen Mother hit town.
	I'm Joe Totale
	The yet unborn son
	The North will rise again
	The North will rise again
	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
	X4 Look where you are
	Look where you are
	The future death of my father
	Shift! Tony was a business friend
	Of RT XVII
	I And was an opportunist man
	Come, come hear my story
	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 of 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 tatoos 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 are 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!

	zuo ci : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith
	When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
	Manchester right to, er,
	Newcastle.
	In Darlington, helped a large man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and stuff through his flat window.
	She had a way with people like that.
	Thanked us and we moved on. '
	Junior Choice' played one morning.
	The song was '
	English Scheme.'
	Mine. They' d changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song.
	How they did it
	I don' t know.
	DJs had worsened since the rising.
	Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices.
	I was mad, and laughed at the same time.
	The West German government had brought over large yellow trains on
	Teeside docks.
	In Edinburgh.
	I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the
	Queen Mother hit town.
	I' m Joe Totale
	The yet unborn son
	The North will rise again
	The North will rise again
	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
	X4 Look where you are
	Look where you are
	The future death of my father
	Shift! Tony was a business friend
	Of RT XVII
	I And was an opportunist man
	Come, come hear my story
	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 of 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 tatoos 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 headdress
	Face a mess, covered in feathers
	Orangered with blueblack lines
	That draped down to his chest
	Body are a tentacle mess
	And light blue plantheads
	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!

	zuò cí : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith
	When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
	Manchester right to, er,
	Newcastle.
	In Darlington, helped a large man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and stuff through his flat window.
	She had a way with people like that.
	Thanked us and we moved on. '
	Junior Choice' played one morning.
	The song was '
	English Scheme.'
	Mine. They' d changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song.
	How they did it
	I don' t know.
	DJs had worsened since the rising.
	Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices.
	I was mad, and laughed at the same time.
	The West German government had brought over large yellow trains on
	Teeside docks.
	In Edinburgh.
	I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the
	Queen Mother hit town.
	I' m Joe Totale
	The yet unborn son
	The North will rise again
	The North will rise again
	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
	X4 Look where you are
	Look where you are
	The future death of my father
	Shift! Tony was a business friend
	Of RT XVII
	I And was an opportunist man
	Come, come hear my story
	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 of 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 tatoos 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 headdress
	Face a mess, covered in feathers
	Orangered with blueblack lines
	That draped down to his chest
	Body are a tentacle mess
	And light blue plantheads
	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!

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