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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?" From Letras Mania