| I’m Joe Totale
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| The yet unborn son
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| The North will rise again
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| The North will rise again
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| Not in 10,000 years
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| Not in 10,000 years
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| Too many people cower to criminals
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| And government crap
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| The estates stick up like stacks
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| The North will rise again
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| The North will rise again
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| The North will rise again
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| The North will rise again
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| (You are mistaken friend)
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| Look where you are
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| Look where you are
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| The future death of my father
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| Shift!
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| Tony was a business friend of RT XVIII
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| And was an opportunist man
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| Come, come hear my story
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| Of how he set out to corrupt and destroy
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| This future Rising
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| The business friend came round today
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| With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
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| I threw him to the ground
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| His blue shirt stained red
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| The North will rise again
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| He said «You are mistaken, friend»
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| I kicked him out the home
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| Too many people cower to criminals
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| And that government pap
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| When all it takes is hard slap
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| But out the window burned the roads
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| There were men with bees on sticks
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| The fall had made them sick
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| A man with butterflies on his face
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| His brother threw acid in his face
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| His tattoos were screwed
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| The streets of Soho did reverberate
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| With drunken Highland men
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| Revenge for Culloden dead
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| The North had rose again
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| But it would turn out wrong
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| The North will rise again
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| So R. Totale dwells underground
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| Away from sickly grind
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| With ostrich head-dress
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| Face a mess, covered in feathers
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| Orange-red with blue-black lines
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| That draped down to his chest
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| Body a tentacle mess
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| And light blue plant-heads
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| TV showed Sam Chippendale
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| No conception of what he’d made
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| The Arndale had been razed
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| Shop staff knocked off their ladders
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| Security guards hung from moving escalators
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| And now that is said
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| Tony seized the control
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| He built his base in Edinburgh
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| Had on his hotel wall
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| A hooded friar on a tractor
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| He took a bluey and he called Totale
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| Who said, «The North has rose again
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| «But it will turn out wrong»
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| When I was in cabaret
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| I vowed to defend
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| All of the English clergy
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| Though they have done wrong
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| And the fall has begun
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| This has got out of hand
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| I will go for foreign aid
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| But he Tony, laughed down the phone
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| Said «Totale, go back to bed!
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| «The North has rose today
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| «And you can stuff your aid!
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| «And you can stuff your aid!
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| «And you can stuff your aid!
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| «And you can stuff your aid!
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| «And you can stuff your aid!» |