(Dreadlock Holiday)
I WAS WALKIN'
DOWN THE STREET
CONCENTRATIN' ON
TRUCKIN' RIGHT
I HEARD A DARK VOICE
BESIDE OF ME
AND I LOOKED 'ROUND
IN A STATE OF FRIGHT
I SAW FOUR FACES, ONE MAD
A BROTHER FROM THE GUTTER
THEY LOOKED ME
UP AND DOWN A BIT
AND TURNED TO EACH OTHER
I SAY, I DON'T LIKE CRICKET
OH, NO
I LOVE IT
I DON'T LIKE CRICKET
NO, NO
I LOVE IT
DON'T YOU WALK
THROUGH MY WORDS
YOU GOT TO SHOW
SOME RESPECT
DON'T YOU WALK
THROUGH MY WORDS
'CAUSE YOU AIN'T
HEARD ME OUT YET
(The Things We Do For Love)
TOO MANY BROKEN HEARTS
HAVE FALLEN IN THE RIVER
TOO MANY LONELY SOULS
HAVE DRIFTED OUT TO SEA
YOU LAY YOUR BETS AND
THEN YOU PAY THE PRICE
THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE
COMMUNICATION IS THE
PROBLEM TO THE ANSWER
YOU'VE GOT HER NUMBER
AND YOUR HAND
IS ON THE PHONE
THE WEATHER'S TURNED
AND ALL THE LINES ARE DOWN
THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE
LIKE WALKIN' IN THE RAIN
AND THE SNOW
WHEN THERE'S NOWHERE TO GO
WHEN YOU'RE FEELIN'
LIKE A PART OF YOU IS DYIN'
AND YOU'RE LOOKIN' FOR
THE ANSWER IN HER EYES
YOU THINK YOU'RE
GONNA BREAK UP
THEN SHE SAYS
SHE WANTS TO MAKE UP
OOH, YOU MAKE ME LOVE YOU
OOH, YOU'VE GOT A WAY
OOH, YOU HAD ME CRAWLIN'
UP THE WALL...
OOH.....
(Rubber Bullets)
I WENT TO A PARTY
AT THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL
ALL THE CONS WERE DANCING
AND THE BAND BEGAN TO WAIL
BUT THE GUYS WERE INDISCREET
THEY WERE BAWLIN'
IN THE STREET
AT THE LOCAL DANCE
AT THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL
WELL, THE BAND WERE PLAYIN'
AND THE BOOZE BEGAN TO FLOW
BUT THE SOUND CAME OVER
ON THE POLICE CAR RADIO
DOWN AT PRECINCT FORTY-NINE
HAVIN' A TEAR-GAS OF A TIME
SERGEANT BAKER GOT A CALL
FROM THE GOVERNOR
OF THE COUNTY JAIL
LOAD UP, LOAD UP, LOAD UP
WITH RUBBER BULLETS
LOAD UP, LOAD UP, LOAD UP
WITH RUBBER BULLETS
IS IT REALLY SUCH A CRIME
FOR A GUY TO SPEND HIS TIME
AT THE LOCAL DANCE
AT THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL
AT THE LOCAL DANCE
AT THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL