The King Blues Album

[No lyrics]

“You’re listening to the sound of The King Blues
The conscious rude boy ska from London town
So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around. Hey.”

The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests,
For years you've been telling me I’m trouble making scum, now I can be the best.
Well, if you love England with all your heart, she'll take you to the grave.
If I can truly be the best then I'll never be your slave.

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won’t have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy.

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won’t have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy.

Everyday the same, all of them-ah newspapers they read,
I see them pushing racism and difference of creed.
They try to claim that they are fightin’ for God.
Re-write all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood.

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won’t have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy.

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won’t have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy

As you pack your clothes into a bag
and head out in the rain,
I don't know if you really care
whether you see me again.
After twenty years I've learnt
no one stays here for more than two,
So I wish you the best and when you're gone
we'll have a drink for you.

As the bus drove over London Bridge
the river shone so bright,
You leant in and kissed my cheek,
I held your cold hand tight.
In my head Bob Dylan sang about
"revolution in the air",
And we danced right on through the night
as if we were somewhere

We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans,
Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands.
We come here for this music tonight
And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light.
Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin',
We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin',
We come for the sound that we know is true
With a handful of weed and a brew.

Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
Mr. music man. Yeah.
Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
Mr. music man.

The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska,
Them a-wanna play emo 'cause that gonna go far.
See them a-always followin' the new comin' trend,
Them a-got no soul, them a-so shameless.
And when the dust clear, you can be sure that
I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat
Just a-drinkin' me brew an a-smokin' my grass.
This ain't a t-shirt man, this is my heart.

Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
Mr. music man. Yeah.
Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
Mr. music man.

I see them coming for the youth, and me say "No Lord".
I see them coming for the youth, and me say "No".

They riot through the night in Burnley,
We have another kind of mashup party here in Hackney.

They come to take away my liberties,
But round here we nah want no stinkin' B.N.P.

We have the right to choose
Between Labour and Tory.
Like we have the right to choose
Between Coke and Pepsi.
No matter who you vote for
The government always win.
It's time to empower yourself
When this sinks in. And they're...

Taking over. Taking over.
Taking over again.

They're knocking at your door step
With their leaflets at the side.
Disinformation super highway
Are you coming for the ride? And they're...

Taking over. Taking over.
Taking over again

If I had a coin to throw into the well
I’d wish I had three more.
If I had just three more wishes
I’d live three times or more.
If I saw a shooting star
I’d wish I saw three more.
If I had just three more wishes
I’d live three times or four.

You cannot belittle me
For I am the black cloud
That is perched over your head
Following you around

Him a handing out to you a just one solution,
A new revolution of a mass execution.
Smart bomb in the hand of stupidity,
I didn't know that this was hereditary.
Him a one man Texas chainsaw massacre,
If you're gonna vote him in to be your governor.
But you nah need vote when wi Jeb it's won,
Him a kill, him a steal, him a lie, him a bomb.

Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
A man, a monkey in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
A man, a monkey in a 3 piece suit.

Him say that there ain't no money for education,
This a two step back in progress of creation.
Now we see you're not afraid to cheat and lie,
Sexing up the propaganda on you're alibi.
Him a smug bastard and you know that I hate him,
Head up the buttock of a backward nation.
I can decide for myself what I think is wrong,
When him a kill, him a steal, him a lie, him a bomb.

Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
A man, a monkey in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit.
Him a chimp in a 3 piece suit Lord,
A man, a monkey in a 3 piece suit

Where the hell did I leave those
Weapons of destruction?
I could have swore that I left them 'round here somewhere.

Did I leave them in the car?
Did they fall down the back of the sofa?
I could have swore that I left them 'round here somewhere.

Where'd I loose my head?
It was screwed... up.

I sure can't wait for this to blow over

In my back pocket there's a catapult
To smash windows with the sound of revolt,
I may not be Guy Fawkes
But I'll always be a thorn in your paws.

This anger is focused, so you'd better listen up.
When there's a scarf over my face and my hoody's up,
I'm out to build the world with a brick in my hand.
I'm just a little man, but this is where I take my stand.

Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.
Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.

I'm writing columns and I'm singing songs,
I'm marching every time they drop them bombs;
Because I love the sound of breaking glass, ooh,
I'll always be a pain in your arse.

This anger is focused, so you'd better listen up.
When there's a scarf over my face and my hoody's up,
I'm out to change the world with a brick in my hand.
I'm just a little man, but this is where I take my stand.

Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.
Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.
Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.
Woah. Woah. This is where I take my stand.

From the high rise tower blocks
Where kids sit outside corner shops.
They're dressed to kill in stilettos
While they eat their Cornetto's.
And while I'm gone please save the youth,
Shout it out, don't hide the truth.
'Cause Thatcher's kids and Blair's teenagers,
They see themselves as total strangers.

So I sit up here all alone
'Cause I'd rather be on my own
Then running 'round with them idiots down there.

So goodbye Piccadilly,
And farewell Leicester Square.
We've shared some special times,
Now I'm getting out of here.

Did you live out all your lifelong dreams
With custard creams by the coffee machines?
Or were there thoughts of "I don't want to be here"
Made worse by the weekends beer?