The Raid Graham Parker & The Rumour
"The Raid" by Graham Parker & The Rumour, released in 1979, is a #Rock song that explores themes of rebellion, social unrest, and the impact of authority on individuals. The lyrics convey a sense of urgency and defiance, reflecting the struggles of the time. Musically, it features energetic instrumentation and sharp lyrical wit, characteristic of Parker's style. The song captures the spirit of late '70s punk and new wave, resonating with audiences seeking change.
Where were you when the raid came? Where were you when the raid came?
Out of the window or on the floor. Yeah, on the night of the raid
I was just rolling up some real good black
Knock on the door and the window cracked
The DS just come to bust the fun
Everybody scatter and run
I was jossing with the baby in the bathroom
Hanging out the party with the coke spoon
Somebody yelled hey my head's on fire
Just can't take it no higher
Hey, dealers from the north and dealers from the south
Joints in the noses and joints in the mouth
But the friction in the kitchen only wanted out
On the night of the raid
Somebody yelled help put that thing on me
That's one man I wouldn't want to be
If you said now I'm going to make it sing
On the night of the raid
Well the boys hit the wall like bowling balls
Questioned them all like they had no balls
Snow hit their noses like an avalanche
On the night on the raid
Out of the window or on the floor. Yeah, on the night of the raid
I was just rolling up some real good black
Knock on the door and the window cracked
The DS just come to bust the fun
Everybody scatter and run
I was jossing with the baby in the bathroom
Hanging out the party with the coke spoon
Somebody yelled hey my head's on fire
Just can't take it no higher
Hey, dealers from the north and dealers from the south
Joints in the noses and joints in the mouth
But the friction in the kitchen only wanted out
On the night of the raid
Somebody yelled help put that thing on me
That's one man I wouldn't want to be
If you said now I'm going to make it sing
On the night of the raid
Well the boys hit the wall like bowling balls
Questioned them all like they had no balls
Snow hit their noses like an avalanche
On the night on the raid
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