Lyrics The NWRA - The Fall
When
it
happened
we
walked
through
all
the
estates,
from
Manchester
right
to,
er,
Newcastle.
In
Darlington,
helped
a
large
Man
on
his
own
chase
off
some
kids
who
were
chucking
bricks
and
Stuff
through
his
flat
window.
She
had
a
way
with
people
like
that.
Thanked
us
and
we
moved
on.
′Junior
Choice'
played
one
morning.
The
song
was
′English
Scheme.'
Mine.
They'd
changed
it
with
a
grand
piano
and
turned
It
into
a
love
song.
How
they
did
it
I
don′t
know.
DJs
had
Worsened
since
the
rising.
Elaborating
on
nothing
in
praise
of
The
track
with
words
they
could
hardly
pronounce,
in
telephone
Voices.
I
was
mad,
and
laughed
at
the
same
time.
The
West
German
Government
had
brought
over
large
yellow
trains
on
Teeside
docks.
In
Edinburgh.
I
stayed
on
my
own
for
a
few
days,
wandering
about
In
the,
er,
pissing
rain,
before
the
Queen
Mother
hit
town.
I′m
Joe
Totale
The
yet
unborn
son
The
North
will
rise
again
The
North
will
rise
again
Not
in
10,
000
years
Too
many
people
cower
to
criminals
And
government
crap
The
estates
stick
up
like
stacks
The
North
will
rise
again
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Look
where
you
are
Look
where
you
are
The
future
death
of
my
father
Shift!
Tony
was
a
business
friend
Of
RT
XVIII
And
was
an
opportunist
man
Come,
come
hear
my
story
How
he
set
out
to
corrupt
and
destroy
This
future
Rising
The
business
friend
came
round
today
With
teeth
clenched,
he
grabbed
my
neck
I
threw
him
to
the
ground
His
blue
shirt
stained
red
The
north
will
rise
again.
He
said
you
are
mistaken,
friend
I
kicked
him
out
of
the
home
Too
many
people
cower
to
criminals
And
that
government
pap
When
all
it
takes
is
hard
slap
But
out
the
window
burned
the
roads
There
were
men
with
bees
on
sticks
The
fall
had
made
them
sick
A
man
with
butterflies
on
his
face
His
brother
threw
acid
in
his
face
His
tatoos
were
screwed
The
streets
of
Soho
did
reverberate
With
drunken
Highland
men
Revenge
for
Culloden
dead
The
North
had
rose
again
But
it
would
turn
out
wrong
The
North
will
rise
again
So
R.
Totale
dwells
underground
Away
from
sickly
grind
With
ostrich
head-dress
Face
a
mess,
covered
in
feathers
Orange-red
with
blue-black
lines
That
draped
down
to
his
chest
Body
are
a
tentacle
mess
And
light
blue
plant-heads
TV
showed
Sam
Chippendale
No
conception
of
what
he'd
made
The
Arndale
had
been
razed
Shop
staff
knocked
off
their
ladders
Security
guards
hung
from
moving
escalators
And
now
that
is
said
Tony
seized
the
control
He
built
his
base
in
Edinburgh
Had
on
his
hotel
wall
A
hooded
friar
on
a
tractor
He
took
a
bluey
and
he
called
Totale
Who
said,
"the
North
has
rose
again"
But
it
will
turn
out
wrong
When
I
was
in
cabaret
I
vowed
to
defend
All
of
the
English
clergy
Though
they
have
done
wrong
And
the
fall
has
begun
This
has
got
out
of
hand
I
will
go
for
foreign
aid
But
he
Tony,
laughed
down
the
phone
Said
"Totale
go
back
to
bed"
The
North
has
rose
today
And
you
can
stuff
your
aid!
And
you
can
stuff
your
aid!
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