It’s the hottest summer anyone can remember
Everybody knows something’s gonna start
This fella sings with a hundred and one reasons
For you to give him the keys, the keys to your heart
Guitars crash land in flames from hell
With bullets for rich or poor
A voice rings out like a bell
Cutting trough the chaos of hate and war
While Mister Nasty makes enemies of new statesmen
And others jam with soul but nothing new
And Yankee cars play the same old, on the stereo
He walks up to the mike and he shows us what to do
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
And nothing’s gonna be the same again
Said nothing’s gonna be the same again
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
🎵 LRC歌词版本
It’s the hottest summer anyone can remember
Everybody knows something’s gonna start
This fella sings with a hundred and one reasons
For you to give him the keys, the keys to your heart
Guitars crash land in flames from hell
With bullets for rich or poor
A voice rings out like a bell
Cutting trough the chaos of hate and war
While Mister Nasty makes enemies of new statesmen
And others jam with soul but nothing new
And Yankee cars play the same old, on the stereo
He walks up to the mike and he shows us what to do
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
And nothing’s gonna be the same again
Said nothing’s gonna be the same again
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
📝 纯歌词版本
It’s the hottest summer anyone can remember
Everybody knows something’s gonna start
This fella sings with a hundred and one reasons
For you to give him the keys, the keys to your heart
Guitars crash land in flames from hell
With bullets for rich or poor
A voice rings out like a bell
Cutting trough the chaos of hate and war
While Mister Nasty makes enemies of new statesmen
And others jam with soul but nothing new
And Yankee cars play the same old, on the stereo
He walks up to the mike and he shows us what to do
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
And nothing’s gonna be the same again
Said nothing’s gonna be the same again
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
🎵 LRC歌词版本
It’s the hottest summer anyone can remember
Everybody knows something’s gonna start
This fella sings with a hundred and one reasons
For you to give him the keys, the keys to your heart
Guitars crash land in flames from hell
With bullets for rich or poor
A voice rings out like a bell
Cutting trough the chaos of hate and war
While Mister Nasty makes enemies of new statesmen
And others jam with soul but nothing new
And Yankee cars play the same old, on the stereo
He walks up to the mike and he shows us what to do
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
And nothing’s gonna be the same again
Said nothing’s gonna be the same again
Music like this can kick down doors
Dressed in rags with style
They don’t believe the truth no more
A white riot leaves them bleeding in the aisles
With your hair so white you could light up the night
Burning out like a shooting star
From the stage to The Squeeze
From T.V. to striptease
I loved yo...
I believed in Julie when she said how easy it could be
And I believed in Tommy and his written words of anarchy
And I believed in Joe when he said w...
There's something we both know
You're meant for me but even so
If I offered you the chance
You'd probably still say no
I've got to get it through to y...
From the streets of Aberdeen to the Brighton scene
There's something going wrong
From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor
They all shout what'...
From the streets of
Aberdeen to the
Brighton scene
There's something going wrong
From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor
They all shout "what...
Years of being told you ain't as good as us
Join the line, sign your name
And they all said that our country's going bust
But no-one's fooling us agai...