The General's Boombox - Street Dogs

You were the razor edge poet

From a punk lost generation

Shaking off praise so humble man

Shattering expectation

You're relevant right now

More so than you were yesterday

Seventy seven broke

Your voice came charging through

Was that changing of the guard

Bearer of the new flame

Begging what's my name

Who's to blame

We're under complete control

You taught us all when we were young

To be true to ourselves

You lit the fire in us

And we play on in your trust

A reluctant poetic guttersnipe

Ooo

Beyond images and songs

More than your memory carries on

As the general's boombox still plays on

As the general's boombox still plays on

You evolve with each new year

You always push for change

When you got called out

You stood your ground and kept it tight

Let the ragga drop

Act like a cop

When Bernie got in your head

You sacked St Mick

Went on a walkabout and stayed true to yourself

You lit the fire in us

And we play on in your trust

A reluctant poetic guttersnipe

Beyond images and songs

More than your memory carries on

As the general's boombox still plays on

As the general's boombox still plays on

I remember the cold December day

When I got the news

I will never forget I will never forget

Found some guitars

Broke up bars

Chapter 11

Detroit Stars

You boot it you boot it you boot to full

Can you hear that angry spirit

In garages around the world

From amplifiers barrel fires everywhere

They sing it on won't forget

You're living on

You lit the fire in us

And we play on in your trust

We'll try to carry on the flame

Do you right boyo

And if you listen close enough

You can hear him in our songs

As the general's boombox still plays on

As the general's boombox still plays on

As the general's boombox still plays on

As the general's boombox still plays on