Big Audio Dynamite - When the Time Comes lyrics

Coming to your street Almost every night a sound is underground Y.U.P.'s are booing big about poverty And cleaning up the street And the man who wants to stand for his piece of land Is pushed aside 'Cause he don't quite fit Try to make him quit And twist his mind Go from behind Call out the hitmen Mercen'ries, don't they realise That when the time comes They're gonna terrorise And I hear every day what you say That a man's still got his rights But when the time comes They're gonna terrorise A brother on the street Met a small time rookie hood who played guitar And the stupid middle cla** Said this would never pa** They don't belong Will the people sing to this musical thing And raise their voice Or will we have to say That they just can't play their guitar Or go very far Call out the hitmen Mercen'ries, don't they realise That when the time comes They're gonna terrorise And I hear every day what you say That a man's still got his rights But when the time comes They're gonna terrorise Sweet soul sister Meets John from Leicester And they fall in love They just get by On the government supply But it's not enough Call out the hitmen Mercen'ries, don't they realise That when the time comes They're gonna terrorise And I hear every day what you say That a man's still got his rights But when the time comes They're gonna terrorise Coming to your street Almost every night the sound is underground Y.U.P.'s are booing big about poverty And cleaning up the street And the man who wants to stand for his piece of land Is pushed aside 'Cause he don't quite fit Try to make him quit And twist his mind Go from behind behind behind behind behind