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

Too many people cower to criminals

And government crap

The estates stick up like stacks

The North will rise again X4

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 of 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 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

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 are 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!