Time For Heroes

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? 

Shovelled up like muck and set the night on fire. 

Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields, 

You know I cherish you my love. 

But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town 

Caught round the houses with your trousers down. 

A head rush in the bush... 

You know I cherish you my love. 



Oh how I cherish you my love. 



But tell me what can you want? You've got it all. 

Ah the scene is obscene, time'll strip it away 

A year and a day 

And Bill Bones - Bill Bones knows what I mean. 



He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up. 

It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood. 

It's all, it's all in my hands. 

And it's all up the walls. 





Now the stale chips are up and the hope stakes are down 

It's these ignorant faces they bring this town down 

How I sighed and sunken with pride 

I passed myself down on my knees 

Yes I passed myself down on my knees. 



Now tell me what can you want, see you've got it all 

The whole scene is obscene time will strip it away 

A year and a day 

And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean 



He knows there's fewer more distressing sights 

Than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap 

Now we'll die in the class we were born. 

That's a class of our own my love. 



Did you see the... 



Alternate Christmas lyrics from the Radio 1 Live Lounge performance: 



Ah, did you see the stylish kids in the riot? 

Shovelled up like muck, set the night on fire 

Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields 

I cherish you my love 



But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town 

You're caught 'round the houses with your trousers down 

A head rush in Shephards Bush 

I cherish you my love 

And I cherish you my love 



Oh what can you want? Now you've got it all 

And the scene is obscene 

Time will strip it away, oh by Christmas day 

And Bill Bones, he knows what I mean 

He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up and 

It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood oh 

It's all, it's all in my hands 

And it's all up the walls and 

Now the stale chips are up and the hope stakes are down 

It's these ignorant faces that bring this town down 

How I sighed and sunken with pride 

I passed myself down on my knees 

Yes I passed myself down on my knees 



Ah but what could you want? You've got it all 

And she thinks it's obscene, time will strip it away 

A year and a day 

And Bill Bones, Bill Bones he knows what I mean 

He knows there's fewer more distressing sights 

Than that of Carlos in a Santa Claus hat 

And we'll die in the class we were born 

Oh that's a class of our own my love 

Must be a class of our own my love 

Ah... 



Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? 

Shovelled up like fuck, set the night on fire 

Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields 

I cherish you my love 

And I cherish you my love 



Other alternate lyrics: 



What you could you possibly want? 

Now you've got it all... 



and 



They were shovelled up like shite 

Set the night on fire... 









                      Allison