It's times like these when a neck looks for a knife
A wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets
Tension is high under sea and over sky
Pressure Drop, people are acting foolish
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
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 me through it
Who? Well, it's easy to see
Ooh, we could dance to be free
Ooh, to that 2-tone beat
But it looks like it's gone, gone, gone, gone
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and asked me, "where have all the rude boys gone?"
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and then she asked me
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and then she asked me
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and then she asked me
I asked Jerry, he told Terry
Terry sang a song just for me
Lynvall gave a message to me
Rhoda screamed and asked me, "where have all the rude boys gone?"
