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Coming to your street
Almost every night the sound is underground ground
You're too booming big out of poverty
And dreaming up the street
And the man who want to stand for his piece of land
Is pushed aside
'Cause he don't quite fit
Tryin' to make it quit
And twist his mind
Go from behind
Call out the hitmen
Mercy make him stop and realise
That when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say
That the man's still got his right
'Cause when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
A brother on the street
Met a small time hoakie hood who played guitar
They were strictly middle class
Saying this would never pass
They don't belong
Will people sing to this musical theme
And raise their voice
Or will we have to say
That they just can't play their guitar
Or go very far
Call out the hitmen
Mercy make him stop and realise
That when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say
That the man's still got his right
'Cause when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
Sweet soul sister
Meets John from Leicester
And they fall in love
They just get by
On the government supply
But it's not enough
Call out the hitmen
Mercy make him stop and realise
That when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say
That the man's still got his rights
'Cause when the time comes
They're gonna terrorise
Coming to your street
Almost every night the sound is underground ground
You're too brooming big out of poverty
And cleaning up the street
And the man who wants to stand for his piece of land
Is pushed aside
'Cause he don't quite fit
Tryin' to make him quit
And twist his mind
Go from behind behind behind behind behind
