Ganglord, the police are
Kicking there way into my house
And hauting me
Taunting me!
Wanting me to break their laws.
Ganglord, the police are
kicking there way into my house
And hauting me!
Taunting me!
Wanting me to break their laws.
And I'm turning to you
to save me...
And I'm turning to you
to save me...
Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground.
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
And I'm turning to you
to save me...
And I'm turning to you
To save me! Save me! Save me! Save me...
Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all
Ganglord, the clock on the wall
makes a joke of us all
And I'm turning to you to save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me! Save me! Save me! Save me...
Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed
Ganglord, remember!
The police can always be bribed
They say 'to protect and to serve'
But what they really mean to say is
"Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto! "
Kicking there way into my house
And hauting me
Taunting me!
Wanting me to break their laws.
kicking there way into my house
And hauting me!
Taunting me!
Wanting me to break their laws.
to save me...
And I'm turning to you
to save me...
Grinding me into the ground.
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns
to save me...
And I'm turning to you
To save me! Save me! Save me! Save me...
Making fun of us all
makes a joke of us all
And I'm turning to you
To save me! Save me! Save me! Save me...
The police can always be bribed
The police can always be bribed
But what they really mean to say is
"Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto! "
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This one kicks ass live, highlight of any concert, the dark heart of First of the Gang. More amazing dramatization of the Mexican-American underground.
Anyone else think this is amazingly beautiful?
I like the criminal theme that Morrissey's run through his work, and this is a great example, one I'm sure that will go down as one of his best b-side's. And the idea that the police think nothing more of the ganglord (and Morrissey?) than lower-class, ghetto-dwellers is one of the most perfect ways to describe that cocky attitude a lot of cops have.
I thought Morrissey meant that if you come from a working class background or a "ghetto" the police will never show you respect or protection. Also "To protect and to serve" is the motto of the Los Angeles Police Department.
Much too good to be a B-side really, would have been nice to have seen this on the album but oh well.
I think Moz has been listening to his punk rock records a lot lately. He's taken up an extremely anti-police regiment lately. There were a few examples in You Are The Quarry. And this song is pretty much about how cops are racist pig-dogs.
This is by far one of Morrissey's best B-Sides, and live, he sings it like nothing other...I simply can't wait until it's idly stuffed into six or seven re-releases of Tourmentors and included on a B-side compilation and perhaps even a best of....