Clocks go slow in a place of work. Minutes drag and the hours jerk. But anyway the lunch bells ring. Take
one hour and do your thing. Get back to work and sweat some more. The sun will sink and we’ll get out
the door. It’s no good for man to work in cages. Hits the town, he drinks his wages.
Revolt! Revolt! From Garageland westway to the world. Give ‘em
enough rope! Brixton on the airwaves around the globe.
What do we have for entertainment? Cops kickin’ gypsies on the pavement. Now the news – snap to
attention. The lunar landing of the dentist convention. Gimme Honda and gimme Sony. It’s so cheap and
real phony. Move yourself to go again, like cowboys do in T.V. land
Revolt! Revolt! From Garageland westway to the world. Give ‘em
enough rope! Brixton on the airwaves around the globe.
A car in the fridge Or a fridge in the car? My daddy was a bankrobber. Police on my back, english civil
war. Clang, clang go the jail guitar doors.

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