Third World War
1st Album
Side One
Ascension Day
M. I. 5’s Alive
Teddy Teeth Goes Sailing
Working Class Man
Side Two
Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy
Stardom Road Part I
Stardom Road Part II
Get Out Of Your Bed You Dirty Red
Preaching Violence
All songs (Stamp/Avery/Bramley) except Stardom Road II (Avery) and Get Out Of Your Bed You Dirty Red (Stamp/Bramley)
Produced by Jon Fenton for Cockney Coup Ltd.
Arrangements by Jim Avery
String Arrangements by Nick Harrison
Brass Arrangements by Jim Price
Reed Arrangements by Bobby Keyes
Vocals by Terry Stamp
“Wingy” - Harmonica on M. I. 5’s Alive
Pete Martin - Classical Guitar on Stardom Road Part I
Mick Lieber - Lead Guitar
Jim Avery - Bass
Terry Stamp - Chopper Guitar
“Speedy” - Conga and bongos on M. I. 5’s Alive & Working Class Man
Fred Smith - Drums
Jim Price - Trumpet & Trombone
Bobby Keyes - Tenor Saxophones on Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy & Working Class Man
Tony Ashton - Piano on Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy & Preaching Violence
Engineer - Phil Brown
Design by Graphreaks
Photographs by Sylvia Pitcher & Dick Polak
Performed by Third World War
Recorded at Island Studios, September - November 1970
Manufactured for Fly Records, London
Ascension Day
Waiting on a signal
Coming down the line
Loda your magazine clip
I'll load mine
And don't you know I feel proud
Just to shake your hand
Don't you know I feel proud
Just to make a stand
Waiting on the rooftops
Looking for a sign
Pull your hand-grenade pin
I'll pull mine
And don't you know I feel proud
Just to shake your hand
Don't you know I feel proud
Just to make a stand when the old man dies
On Ascension Day when we rise
Now when we rise
Power to the people
When we rise
Power to the poor
When we rise
Power to the workers
When we rise Power to us all
And don't you know I feel proud
Just to shake your hand
Don't you know I feel proud
Just to make a stand when the old man dies
On Ascension Day when we rise
Waiting in the shadows
When the bullets whine
Blast your automatic
I'll be blasting mine
And don't you know I feel proud
Just to shake your hand
Don't you know I feel proud
Just to make a stand when the old man dies
On Ascension Day when we rise
when we rise
when we rise
Oh when we rise
Power to the people
When we rise
Power to the poor
When we rise
Power to the workers
When we rise Power to us all
And don't you know 1 feel proud
Just to shake your hand
Don't you know I feel proud
Just to make a stand when the old man dies
On Ascension Day when we rise.
M.I.5's Alive
They said Westminster doesn't rejoice
Hearing an honest poor man's voice
Calling out impurity
Is a breach of the peace and national security
M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive
They said the Sovereign doesn't approve
Hearing opinions She should move
Bawling down the Royalty
Is a breach of the faith and national disloyalty
M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive
Let's free the working class
We're tired of licking the Government's arse
Let's free the working class
We're tired of kissing the Monarchy's arse
Letting its bad air out
Letting its bad air out
M.I.5's alive, M.1.5's alive, M.I.5's alive
Let's free the working class
We're tired of licking the government's arse
Let's free the working class
We're tired of kissing the Monarchy's arse
Letting its bad air out.
Teddy Teeth Goes Sailing
There's people hungry here
And there's people hungry there
Come to think of it you could say
There's people hungry everywhere
There's people out of work here
And there's people out of work there
Come to think of it you could say
There's people out of work everywhere
There could be a riot here
There’s been a riot there
Very soon there could be a riot everywhere
And Teddy Teeth goes sailing
goes sailing
goes sailing
goes sailing
goes sailing
he's failing
he's failing
he's failing
failing
failing.
Working Class Man
I was trucking down the road
In my old Bedford ten-tenner
When the arm of the law
Said stop you road runner
Get out of that cab
And remember your place
You're talking to the Law
And it don't like your face
Got booked for speeding and
indecent language, too
You'd think the road police
Had nothing else to do
I'm just a working class man
With a working class tool
Trying to make a working class
living that's all
I went rolling down the road
To the depot I was working
Where the foreman's big mouth
Said stop you've been shirking
Get out of that truck
And them company clothes
I nut him in the face
And I broke his long nose
Got sacked for fighting, cards and
money on the spot
You'd think five years'service
Is something but it's not
I'm just a working class man
With a working class soul
Trying to make a working class
wage packet roll
Working class man
Working class man
Working class man~,
Carrying the working class can can can can can
Got sacked for fighting, cards and
money on the spot
You'd think five years'service
Is something but it's not,
I'm just a working class man
With a working class soul
Trying to make a working class
wage packet roll
I went running down the road
To the trucker's faithful union
Where a white collared "John"
Said stop no communion
Get out of this shed
With your complaining views
I ain't stamping your card
You ain't been paying your dues
Got fined for arrears
I won't ever understand
You'd think a truck union
Would lend a helping hand
I'm just a working class man
With a working class rent
Trying to make a working class
family content
Working class man
Working class man
Working class man
Carrying the working class can can
can can can
Got fined for arrears
I won't ever understand
You'd think a truck union
Would lend a helping hand
I'm just a working class man
With a working class rent
Trying to make a working class
family content
Trying to make a working class
family content
Trying to make a working class
family content.
Shepherds Bush Cowboy
I was standing in a pub minding my business
Halfway thru my third pint of Guinness
And up came this guy he said Hi, Deary, hi
With a twinkle in his eye
And a feather in his hat
He said how about we go back to my mother's Chelsea flat
got kissed
That adds one more to my list
The boozer closed its shutter
The barman said don't leave him there
Roll him in the gutter
Oh
You Shepherds Bush cowboy
The betting shop was open a real working class con
I trolled in no-one had a shirt on
Run by this fat thug who just came out of jug
He said here's another mug
But my horse got doped and won,
A tenner to win at nine-to-one 1 stung him for a ton
Well I looked in his glass eye he came up real close
Pulled a gun and pushed it up my nose
Before he could shoot I hit him with my boot
I was picking up my loot
While on the floor he lay
His wife came down from upstairs and said
Son you've made my day
Oh
You Shepherds Bush cowboy
While leaning up a wall counting my money
Up came Rose a street-walking bunny
Wobbling her tail just looking for a sale
It was cash on the nail
My belly started thumping
She said my hundred bills was meals
With two weeks' good jumping
Well she locked me in her room got herself all set
Stood there nude no wig and no corset
There wasn't any doubt her appendix were out
I heard the landlord shout Up from the floor below
Hey Rose you better go some babe
There's six months rent you owe
Oh
You Shepherds Bush cowboy
Half-dead and two weeks later I stepped on a tube train
All filled up with football fans insane
Their team had a beating so they ripped up the seating
A quick supporters' meeting
Elected I was dying
Police came in with dogs and tear gas
Everyone was crying
Well we won and we lost
I put up some good fights
My poor arse was suffering from dog bites
The sergeant in court read out his report
He told of how we fought the judge said this won't do
For violence and assault cowboy
It's Wormwood Scrubs for you
Oh
You Shepherds Bush cowboy.
Stardom Road Part I
Well I kicked on my mule to parade me
Everyone else laughed and betrayed me
Said you ain't got the look
And you ain't got the size
And you sure ain't no fairy with sweet poofy eyes
And you won't no you won't no you won't
Get that load up Stardom Road
Well there's managers and producers
And all the queens you need
There's hangers-on and juicers
And they're all spaced out on speed
And when all the public see
And when all the people stare
They'll say look at him
Riding his mule upstage
He ain't going nowhere nowhere
He ain't got no
He ain't got no highway fare
And you ain't t got the chords
And you're living in Bayswater on floorboards
And you won't, no you won't, no you won't
Take that load up Stardom Road
And you won't, no you won't, no you won't
Take that load up Stardom Road.
Stardom Road Part II
You ain't got no Highway Code
You ain't got no Highway Code
You ain't got no Highway Code
Up Stardom Road.
Get Out Of Bed You Dirty Red
Working hard for the Wade Steam Laundry
Trying to make ends meet
Just washing pants and ironing shirts, sure hurts
But then you've got to eat
Need boots upon your feet
Grab your thin wage packet on Friday
After government tax
You buy some food and pay the rent, all spent
But then that's life's facts
Your wife's face never cracks
The Communist Party shake your hand
They say wave the red flag
And you can play in our red band
Boy you can play in our red band
Then your wife shook your head
And she said
Get out of bed you dirty red
Get out of bed you dirty red
Get out of bed you dirty red.
Preaching Violence
Don't believe all you see
There's a soldier's gunsight on you
Don't believe all you hear
Revolution's on the corner
Roll on like a stone, sister, roll
The guns are coming
Roll on iike a stone, brother, roll
The guns are coming
Living on the poverty line
Preaching violence
Born on the booze and back-alley wine
Preaching violence
Friday night drunk and you're feeling fine
Preaching violence
The church wall bleeds anti-government needs
Go let your Molotov off God loves you
I believed I was free
And a voice that must be let in
I believed 1 was free
Protest and they bust your head in
Roll on like a stone, sister, roll
The guns are coming
Roll on like a stone, brother, roll
The guns are coming
Working on the plot and the prime
Preaching violence
Up from the slums and the factory grime
Preaching violence
Running the streets biding our time
Preaching violence
The bog wall shines anti-government signs
Go let your Molotov off God loves you
Preaching violence
Preaching violence roll on, sister, roll
Preaching violence
Preaching violence roll on, brother, roll
Sunday morning I'll see you marching
Soon one Sunday morning I'll see you marching
Preaching violence
Preaching violence roll on, sister, roll
Preaching violence
Preaching violence roll on, brother, roll.
