Hardcore (Punk) lyrics that would make for a great Basement Jaxx tune

Metal Urbain's "Panik" to thread!

I AM SO RIGHT

"Make those Donuts with Extra Grease/This Batch is For the Chief of Police"

- from the ol' chestnut, "Fascists Eat Donuts" by the Pop-O-Pies

I'm thinking a mash-up of Sham 69's "Hurry Up Harry" and "Where's Your Head At?" would be the best thing in the world.

"The atmosphere's strange
Out on the town
Music for pleasure
It's not music no more
Music to dance to
Music to move
This is music to march to
Do a war dance...."

I'm sorry
For something I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born

GUILTY OF BEING WHITE

I'm a convict
Of a racist crime
I've only served
19 years of my time

GUILTY OF BEING WHITE

There's nothing more you can leave behind
So forget about seeing, get into your mind
Everything looks better when the world is black
Grab a fork, make the first attack
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
I can't see too well, what's it all about?
Well I dunno man, did you poke your eyes out?
Sure thing, I did it today, startin' to get hip to the lights out way
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
[Put yourself on the floor], roll all about
If you poke too far you reach the front of your brain
Fork in your mind can drive you insane!
Don't worry much, just let it rip, today your eyeballs do the lights out trip
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put an ax in your head, poke your eyes out!

Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
We're going down the pub
We're going down the pub

Now listen here Harry
If we're going down the pub
You'd better tell your mum and dad
And finish up your grub
I wish you'd listen to me
No, I don't want a cup of tea

Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
We're going down the pub
We're going down the pub

You're telling me to grow up
But Harry don't you see
If I tried to act my age
I wouldn't be me
We never do anything
So now's the time to begin

Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
We're going down the pub
We're going down the pub

You don't have to tell me
That the thing's I do are wrong
But everything I do in life
Is with us right or wrong
Now I think I understand
How to have some fun

Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
Come on come on
Hurry up Harry come on
We're going down the pub
We're going down the pub

Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Time flies
Time crawls
Like an insect
Up and down the walls
The light pours out of me

You'll dance to anything (x4)

Oh, baby, look at you
Don't you look like Siouxsie Sioux
How long'd it take to get that way
What a terrible waste of energy
You wear black clothes say you're poetic
The sad truth is you're just pathetic
Get into the groove just get out of my way
I came here to drink not to get laid
So why don't you just go on home
'Cause if you want to moan you'll have to moan alone

You'll dance to anything (x2)

Don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
Cause you're just another boring bisexual
"I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party"
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin
80 points of I.Q. located within

Know what you are? You're a bunch of ...
Artfags! Artfags! Artfags! Artfags!
Choke on this you dance-a-teria types!

You'll dance to anything by The Communards
You'll dance to anything by Book of Love
You'll dance to anything by The Smiths
You'll dance to anything by Depeche Commode
You'll dance to anything by Public Image Limited
You'll dance to anything by Naked Truth
You'll dance to anything by any bunch of stupid Europeans who come over here
with their big hairdos intent on taking our money instead of giving your
cash, where it belongs, to a decent American artist like myself!

You'll dance to anything!

i too have sung death's praises
but i'm not gonna sing that song anymore
because i found out what living is all about
and it's life! life!
life is the only thing worth living for!
yeah life! life!
life is the only thing worth only living for
life! life!
i know it has it's ups and downs

go on out
get some more
go on out
get fucked up and pass out on the floor
go on out
get some more
go on out
to your favorite liquor store
go on out
don't worry about it any more
go on out
get fucked up
i don't know what for

here's nothing more you can leave behind
So forget about seeing, get into your mind
Everything looks better when the world is black
Grab a fork, make the first attack
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
I can't see too well, what's it all about?
Well I dunno man, did you poke your eyes out?
Sure thing, I did it today, startin' to get hip to the lights out way
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
[Put yourself on the floor], roll all about
If you poke too far you reach the front of your brain
Fork in your mind can drive you insane!
Don't worry much, just let it rip, today your eyeballs do the lights out trip
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put an ax in your head, poke your eyes out!

turn away, turn away from the wall
turn away, turn away from the wall
face me now, face me now

and i saw you
i saw you shine
i was holding you
i saw your face. i saw your face as you heard my words my words

the lights have all gone out
the lights have all gone out
but i saw you
i saw you shine

(i dropped a few lines in order to make it more jaxx-appropriate)

(it's sad that the depth, weight, and beauty of flipper's lyrics is so rarely acknowledged.)

you yell out in defiance
you're backed up against the wall
they're up there clutching their guns and
it makes you feel real small
so you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
but it all ends up with handcuffs on you hands
you run around and spray paint
graffiti on everybody's wall
you think that's bitchin man
that ain't nothing at all!
so you can cuss,spit,throw bottles
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
broken glass! broken glass! broken glass! broken glass!
but it ends up with a swift kick to your ass

Brick on your head
From the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper, urban killer
Won't be finished
Until you're dead
Urban sniper, urban killer

Brick out the window, top of the head
Brick on the head
'Cause you're a fuckhead
Brick at the window, top of my head

Loose nut in my head
Loose nut rattling my skull
Crying for a human touch
Or anything that’ll reach my soul

loose nut in my head
A bolt of lightning between my legs
I can’t think straight my mind’s a mess
I only see straight when I’m being led

Loose nut, I want head
The loneliness I dread
Loose nut you can help
Be with me so I don’t hurt myself

Loose nut, no bolt fits
My head is giving me fits
Loose nut looking for diversion
Just anything that’ll let me stick it in

Don’t mind my crazy smile
Hand me the phone so I can dial
I’ll be back in a little while
But first I gotta get some vertical smile

i know a place,
up in the air
it's not very far,
i've been there before
i know a place, cool and warm
cooling my blood, warming my heart
so come on down and walk with me,
and tell me i'm your man
i only want to know a couple of things about you
where were you when i was in so much trouble with myself
and do you still believe in me like i believe

i've been thinking good good things about you
cool and warm, good good things about you
if you've been thinking good good things about me
so cool and warm when you put your arms around me
on my own, i know where to go

living the lie, in your eyes
i kmow a place, cool and warm
cooling my blood, warming my soul
so come on down and walk with me,
and tell me i'm your man
let's see if i can get it right with you this time around
i'm not afraid of losing you, my little girl
but do you still believe in me like i believe

AND I BELIEVE!!!!!!