'A' Bomb In Wardour Street - The Jam, Peter Wilson

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 pour

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!