When it happened he walked through all the estates, from

Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old

man on his own chase some kids who fucking threw bricks through

his flat window. He had a way with people like that. [Because of

this] 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 have

worsened since the rising. Collaborating on nothing in praise of

the track with words they can hardly pronounce in telephone

voices.

I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German

government have brought over huge 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

Too many people cower to criminals

And government crap

The North will rise again X4

Look where you are

Look where you are

The future of my father

Shift!

Tony was a business friend

Of RT, 17

And was an opportunist man

Come, come hear my story

How we 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.

I said you are mistaken, friend

I kicked him out of the home

Too many people cower to criminals

And that government pap

When all it takes is hard slap

Got out the window, a burglar wrote

There were men with beads on sticks

The fall had made them sick

A man with butterflies on his face

His brother threw acid in his face

His tatoos 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

Will wait from cyclic grind

With ostrich head-dress

A face a mess, covered in feathers

Orange-red with blue-black lines

That draped down to his chest

They are a tentacle mess

And light blue pant-heads

TV showed sham Chip and Dale

No concept of what they mean

The Arndale had been razed

Shop staff knocked off their ladders

Security guards up from the escalators

And now darkness descends

Tony seize the control

He built his base in Edinburgh

He had on his hotel wall

A hooded friar on a tractor

He took a bluey and called Totale

Who said, "the North has rose again"

But it will turn out wrong

When I was in cavalry

I vowed to defend

All our English clergy

Though they have gone wrong

And the fall has begun

This has gotten out of hand

I will go for a foreign base

But he told me off life down at home

Said Totale, go back to bed

The North has rose again today

And you can't stop your age

And you can't stop your age