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you should see Polythene Pam. Yeah yeah yeah Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt She's
I'm always careful what I hear I don't wanna know who really pulls the strings Just as long as it's not you or me There's a jackboot toe tap
to choose. Get ready. Stormtroopers comin'. Comin' up that street, jackboots steppin' high. Got to make a stand. Looking in your windows and listen
to choose. Get ready. Stormtroopers comin'. Comin' up that street, jackboots steppin' high. Got to make a stand. Looking in your windows and listen
Dissolving dream destroyers who stamp like mice in jackboots on imaginative schemes. But dreams come through like lighted train windows in the night
jackboots up the stairs It's the D.S., what a joke "Hey man, do ya want some smoke?" [Chorus]
jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine. Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love
jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine. Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love
jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine. Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love
jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine. Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love
Ramjet panic addict stalls Skull kiss lead hot egocide Slaughterhouse jackboot pride Servoskinner churning meat Payments spat through broken
shaking his head 'cause the wine's Portuguese And the bread's only bread . . . No trance, no substance, no conscience for sure As the Pope licks a jackboot
no one cares Heavy jackboots up the stairs It's the D.S., what a joke "Hey man, do ya want some smoke?" [Chorus]
mutt, he's back in business He ain't about to lose Jackboots, hi-jacks Ray guns and spray guns We got them all for free Look to the stars for
(Parsons/Bators) Lasers probe the streets curfew set at eight Police with lib glass back search for those out late Jackboots of the right marching in
crowing in the dead of the night Don'tcha wanna trash'em, jackboots step out of line It's a concrete jungle, stones and tears Quickly becoming what
mi someting mistah police spokesman tell mi someting how lang yu really tink wi woulda tek yu batn lick yu jackboot kick yu dutty bag a tricks
dead Have disappeared and left me alone That's one night I didna put jackboots on Don't want to end reflection It's still there, though I am gone
jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine. Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love
Cheer up, it might never happen Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham Jackboots booting right across the map And daddy's gone 'a looking
in business He ain't about to lose Jackboots, hi-jacks Ray guns and spray guns We got them all for free Look to the stars for consolation It
and claw Sword and shield and jackboot heel We love to kill, we love to kill We love to taste our own blood Squirm in our own gore Children weep
of school uniforms, Perfects with guns and jackboots with heart Would a true story of cultural splinters Ever shred you as a tear? They were making love
skin you alive, we'll pluck out your eyes and the canons will roar as we march to the capitol, dragging your hide. Drooling polished jackboot monsters,
on a diet of dirt and water Being slapped and sliced because she didn't happen to agree with the war-den (he had an itchy trigger finger) Jackboots