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 no-go 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!