The Jam A Bomb in Wardour Street

Where the streets are pave with blood, with cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly nogo deadly zone I don t know what I m doing here cause it s not my scene at all There s an A bomb in Wardour Street They ve called in the Army, they ve called in the police I m stranded on the vortex floor My head s been kicked in and blood s started to poor Through the haze I can see my girl Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door There s an A bomb in Wardour Street, it s blown up the City Now it s spreading through the country Law and order takes a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell me that you re still a free man Well if this is freedom I don t understand cause it seems like madness to me. A bomb in Wardour Street. Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb A Philistine nation, of degradation, And hate and war. There must be more. It s Doctor Martin s A P O C A L Y P S E Apocalypse