An occasional trip down Memory Lane, shubs and sheffyoo will fill in the rest. And only a B-side to boot.
Twelve o'clock midnight the scene is set
For a journey in the night they thought was right
No turning back 'til the job was done
No need for regret when you shoot some scum
No one else will suffer, no one else will bleed
One finger on the right hand will cure the cancer
Once...and for ever.
Shotgun blast rings in my ears, shoot some scum that rule by fear.
A lot of good men will do some time
For a fucking sponge without a spine.
WOW that song is 41 and a half years old!
Ding dong, Ding dong!
Don't like to be picky.
You've got the middle word in the last line wrong.
What a song, what a band.