CPR011​-​The Underdogs "The Punk Demos Collection"

by Common People Records

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Remastered at "Rana Studios" during summer 2015!

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released October 1, 2015

This compilation © Common People Records 2015. Issued under license from The Underdogs band. All tracks taken from their first demo “Riot in Rothwell” that was recorded in 1982, except tracks with * symbol, that have been taken from their second demo “East of Dachau”, recorded in 1983. All tracks have been remastered for their better sound quality at the ‘Rana Studios’ during summer 2015. Limited edition to 520 copies. Special thanks to: Pablo Monteagud, Aitor Roselló ‘Rana’, Tom Pomkin (UG) & Colin Lawson for scan all pics that we includes in this release.

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Track Name: Never Gonna Give Up*
When I was small,
I learned lots of things,
pissed it all back by the wall

Memories of school,
kicking cobbled stones,
smoking and breaking the...

Prima donna of power still calls
Tells me how I made a mess of it all
But I ain't finished yet
So let's go...

I'm never gonna give up on myself!

I'm still in spring,
getting older everyday,
but learning how to live

Bring myself up,
to do things my way,
disregard the...

Prima donna of power's still there,
And they still stop and stare
But I ain't finished yet...
So let's go...

I'm never gonna give up on myself!

When I was small,
I learned lots of things,
pissed it all back by the wall

Memories of school,
kicking cobbled stones,
smoking and breaking the...

I'm never gonna give up on myself!
Track Name: Love in a Hate Bomb
A light ignites a dormant city
A light so bright, a deadly glow
The roads are blocked right to the border
The rats are rising from below

It's like a vision of hell
We need air to breathe
And the devil may get
The breeding ground that he needs

Love in a hate bomb!

Don't need angels or a preacher
What's wrong with using common sense
No ego trips from madmen
No time for a no heart president

It's like a vision of hell
We need air to breathe
And the devil may get
The breeding ground that he needs

Love in a hate bomb!

Watch out for that so-called leader
I don't know when or how or where
Cause when that brain of his heats up
So will people everywhere

It's like a vision of hell
We need air to breathe
And the devil may get
The breeding ground that he needs

Love in a hate bomb!
Track Name: Private Wars
It's 6 o’clock in the morning
As I lay back to think
I ignite 5 more minutes of cancer
Then empty my guts in a bathroom sink

There must be more to this life we're living
Than getting pissed to drown our sorrows
Cause alcohol brings on riots
It's gonna mean no life tomorrow

There's a kid waiting on your street corner
with such antipathy to disrupt this world
And if they'd curved him when he was younger
Would he have done as he was told?

His mum, she works the type right down London
While his dad's on the dole up North
Yet this kid ain't gonna hold out much longer
Cause this persecution thing is turning to force

So when papers are sold to public
By transmission in your living room
Kids of the ‘80s are just violent people
With no special reason for burning down Rome

Each war has a purpose
What about feelings, these kids aren't just clones
And I'll take a bet when they are grown up
That they will make sure they have no broken homes

Black and white kids they both got their problems
In this world that's so insecure
Some people don't believe in contraception
And some people somewhere are fighting a war

Last night a country was burned down to ashes
And the guv said what was it for
But if those kids lived to tell the story
Instead of letting them fight their own private wars
Track Name: Make it Last
The city lights are burning bright
Another night on the road again
It’s getting cold down the motorway
And it’s still, still only 5 am

Make it last!

My brain is crying that my body’s dying
And I’ve still half a can to drink
And I don’t know where to put myself
Cause I’m too pissed to think

Make it last!

The city lights are burning bright
Another night on the road again
It’s getting cold down the motorway
And it’s still, still only 5 am
Track Name: East of Dachau*
A paper flew in from the west
on pollution bound that way
And a little girl longed to run
when she read it, that day

But freedom's such a misused word
over the border stretches
Because the Steppes hold no compassion
for freedom searching wretches

Are there Russians in Russia?
Are they really red?
Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer
Black square instead of red (Freedom is dead!)

Maybe life is bad in the western world
with all this '1st World strife!'
Just look at the leaders enjoying themselves
while the people have no life

East of Dachau there's a vacuum state,
the walls are three mile high
And for the people there's no escape
until all the power runs dry

Are there Russians in Russia?
Are they really red?
Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer
Black square instead of red (Guitar!)

A paper flew in from the west
on pollution bound that way
And a little girl longed to run
when she read it, that day

But freedom's such a misused word
over the border stretches
Because the Steppes hold no compassion
for freedom searching wretches

Are there Russians in Russia?
Are they really red?
Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer
Black square instead of red
Track Name: Johnny Go Home*
The trains now arriving at this platform
are filled with childhood dreams
Teenage, a race obsessed by money
who like to be on the scene?

The man with the smooth-talk you better watch out for,
you know he's smartly dressed
He's gonna sell your arse for all it is worth kid,
you're gonna get in a mess

Johnny Go Home! (x4)

Underneath the bridges, tied up in small ridges,
they try to get some sleep
While others shoot their load over pictures in Soho,
and the rest they just weep

Your arms are looking dirty, your nose gone red,
and you're up in the clouds
You better watch out for that bubble in your head
or yergonna be flat out

Johnny Go Home! (x4)

You think your life is over
and you wanna move cause you've lost a war of words
But it’s better than being taken for a ride
by these junkies of the world

To think the war is over
but its just another chapter in this English Civil War
All the kids are leaving hometown,
had another showdown, disappear for evermore

Johnny Go Home! (x4)
Track Name: Vietnam
I could be so happy,
fighting on the frontline
Watching all blood spill
over masses of barbed wire

But I ain't seen no martyrs,
only idiots for a cause
With their American dream,
salute a merry gun tragedy

I could be so happy,
fighting on the frontline
Watching all blood spill
over masses of barbed wire

But I ain't seen no martyrs,
only idiots for a cause
With their American dream,
salute a merry gun tragedy

I could be so happy...
With their Soviet dream,
salute a so-VIET tragedy
Track Name: Late Starter
Alarm clock’s puntual again
6 o’clock and you feel so drained
Had one too many last night
And you didn’t get to bed while late

It’s 9 o’clock on the factory floor
You wish for the klaxon at half past four
Scraping the deck for some hard-earned bread
You wish Littlewoods knock at your door

All this life just seems the same
Have a pint, piss it back down the drain
All these words come back to you
It’s always been the same

It’s 9 o’clock on the factory floor
You wish for the klaxon at half past four
Scraping the deck for some hard-earned bread
You wish Littlewoods knock at your door
Track Name: Big Brother
Can you feel those eyes burning holes
in the back of your head
From that man in a mac
smoking a long cigarette

You never realised
when you waved her from that train
That your hands were so dirty
in the government mind

Big Brother’s gonna be watching you in 1984!
The rebel states around the world
are gonna be no more!

Programmed in their black coats
where cameras are their eyes
To veto all the people means
that robots shall survive

Don’t fuck with government,
they’ll bring you to your knees
You can buy seclusion here,
but you can’t buy peace

Big Brother’s gonna be watching you in 1984!
The rebel states around the world
are gonna be no more!

Big Brother’s gonna be watching you!

Can you feel those eyes burning holes
in the back of your head
From that man in a mac
smoking a long cigarette

You never realised
when you waved her from that train
That your hands were so dirty
in the government mind

Big Brother’s gonna be watching you in 1984!
The rebel states around the world
are gonna be no more! No more!
Track Name: Dead Soldier
A soldier stands in the station
rifle in his hand
He’s fighting for his nation
But no one understands

If it’s not the IRA
or other dogsbody
from a rebel organisation

But who is to say
A soldier died that day
A soldier died in the station

Young and jobless join the army
They say it’s good pay
But when you die for so-called country
Who’s gonna take the blame

If it’s not some commie
or other dogsbody
from a rebel organisation

But who is to say
A soldier died that day
A soldier died in the station

So you fuck some other state
Another murder on your slate
But who’ gonna be crying
When they impale you to a stake?

If it’s not El Salvador
or a Fascist at your door
from a rebel organisation

But who is to say
A soldier died that day
A soldier died in the station…
Track Name: Paint it Red*
Paint the sky red, and create
an ideal full of praise
A melting pot for militant boys

Paint the sky red, and watch
the hammer fall on peace
No Moscow mecca for you boys

You paint it red then run away
You don’t invite but they invade
You say you’d rather be red than dead
But the Supreme Soviet’s gonna make you see red

Paint the world red and become
Another number for the count
A pawn for the red machine

Paint the world red and watch
The way your leaders live
You pave the way for hypocrite glory

You paint it red then run away
You don’t invite but they invade
You say you’d rather be red than dead
But the Supreme Soviet’s gonna make you see red

You talk of hate, and the system
and everything that’s wrong
Then the shop floor fills up with lies

Don’t rely on Big Brother,
just be socially aware
Don’t be fooled that this is paradise!

You paint it red then run away
You don’t invite but they invade
You say you’d rather be red than dead
But the Supreme Soviet’s gonna make you see red

Paint it Red! Paint the sky red!