Hold On Tight - The King Blues

They say it ain’t safe to go out anymore

So the police station has bolted up the door

The floor’s full of torn up betting stubs

They put televisions in my favourite pubs

Our homes get bulldozed, no one watches

They want soap operas, not soap boxes

This town has left me high and dry

But i’ll be here 'till the day I die.

They tell me i’m just pissed off

Yeah maybe i’m just pissed off

But i’d rather be pissed off

Than be pissed on

As the world burns down outside

And they battle on the front line

My darling hold on tight

My darling hold on tight

We beg for another show we can watch 'till we’re sick

Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick

Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus

With abrakadabra and hocus pocus

One billion channels and there’s still nothing on

The television will not be revolutionised

The announcer says 'and now for something completely indifferent'

They tell me i’m just pissed off

Yeah maybe i’m just pissed off

But i’d rather be pissed off

Than be pissed on

As the world burns down outside

And they battle on the front line

My darling hold on tight

My darling hold on tight

'Cause I demand my rock n roll, with blood sweat and tears

I demand my reggae, to cause bleeding in my ears

I demand my punk rock, to start a revolution

I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution

I demand sound systems on the streets, playing the loudest tracks

I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax

I demand love, that isn’t measured,

by the relationships of the characters on Friends

or the words to some dire RnB song about what a good man

what a mighty, mighty good man is

So as the world burns down outside

And they battle on the front line

My darling hold on tight

My darling hold on tight