The N.W.R.A.

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
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
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father

Shift!

Tony was a business friend
Of RT XVII
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 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 tattoos 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 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!
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!"