it's times like these when a neck looks for a knife,

a wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets.

tension is high under sea and over sky.

pressure drop, people are acting foolish.

ooh - but it's easy to see!

ooh - we could dance and be free.

ooh - to that 2-tone beat!

but it looks like it's gone...

gangsters and clowns with a stereotyped sound

it's coming like a ghosst town - someone always knew it.

hatred and shame, a racialist game

cycles of blame - someone sang me through it.

who? well it's easy to see. 

ooh - we could dance to be free.

ooh - to that 2-tone beat!

but it looks like it's gone...

i asked jerry, he told terry, terry sang a song just for me,

lynvall gave a message to me,

rhoda screamed and then she asked me,

"where have all the rude boys gone?"