[Verse 1: Ted Leo]
Times like these when a neck looks for a knife
Wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets
Tension is high under sea and over sky
Pressure drop, people are acting foolish

[Chorus]
Ooh, but it's easy to see!
Ooh, we could dance and be free
Ooh, to that 2-tone beat
But it looks like it's gone, gone, gone

[Verse 2]
Gangsters and clowns with a stereotyped sound
It's coming like a ghost town, someone always knew it
Hatred and shame, a racialist game
Cycles of blame, someone sang this through it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] (x2)
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and she asked me
"Where have all the rude boys gone?"