The Generals Boombox Lyrics - State Of Grace - 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 

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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 

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 

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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 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