Everything is turning upside down in this town
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The crime rate's rising up as employment swoops down
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Kids can't trust their parents to protect them no more
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And if you're black or Irish you just can't trust the law
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Winos on the corner with no hope and no plan
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Kids on 5 quid drug deals waiting for their man
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Estates in states of chaos, hatred scrawled on the walls
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The men of law and order writhe about on the floor
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No-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks
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Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
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And it seems, and it seems
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Someone's used the cosh and the country's on its knees
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Old folk freeze to death in flats where damp streams down the walls
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Poll tax bailiffs scream unheard in countless council halls
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Plans for new development that never cure the mess
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Benefits that won't be paid unless you've an address
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And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks
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Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
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Our Welfare State's collapsing and no-one seems to care
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As long as money's being made and profits there to share
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Buy into a service that belonged to you and me
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Soon you'll find our country is the UK pic
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And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks
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Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
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(Chorus)
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Down on its knees, down on its knees
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Someone's used the Cosh and the country's down on its knees
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Down on its knees, down on its knees
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The 'Cosh'
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Stiff Little Fingers |