When the Time Comes

Get ya, get ya
Gonna get ya
Get ya, get ya
Gonna get ya
Get ya
Gonna get ya

Coming to your street almost every night, the sound is underground
You're too booming big out of powerty and cleaning up the street
And the man who want to stand for his piece of land is pushed aside
'Cause he don't quite fit, tryin' to make him quit and twist his mind, go from behind

Call out the hitmen, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the man's still got his rights
But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise

Brother on the street met a small time hoakie hood who played guitar
They were strictly middle class, saying this would never pass, they don't belong
Will the people sing to this musical theme 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, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the 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, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the man's still got his rights
But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise

Call out the hitmen, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the man's still got his rights
But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise

Call out the hitmen, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the man's still got his rights
But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise

Call out the hitmen, mercenaries, don't they realise
That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorise
And I hear every day what you say that the 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
You're too booming big out of powerty and cleaning up the street
And the man he want to stand for his piece of land is pushed aside
'Cause he don't quite fit, tryin' to make him quit and twist his mind, go from behind