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The Jazz Butcher Wilson Lyrics Burn, Hollywood, Burn

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Burn, Hollywood, Burn
Woke up this morning I was under someone else's wheels.
So now I know how the poor mug in the front line feels.
California sleeping in the midday sun,
All unaware of what's already begun.
California sleeping in the midday sun,
No idea of what's about to become.

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las haciendas de la playa to your town.
We're coming round to burn shit down
From las noches de los Oscars to the Jewel in the Crown.

Woke up this morning I was under someone else's wheels.
So now I know how the Secret Government feels.

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las haciendas de la playa to your town.
We're coming round to burn shit down
From las noches de los Oscars to the Jewel in the Crown.

We're coming round to burn shit down
From las playas de Majorca to Northampton Town NN1.
We're coming round to burn shit down
Coz we don't care for the big hair sounds in Poodletown.

Poodletown!

Burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn.
Burn, Hollywood, burn, Hollywood, burn, muthafucka, burn.
© Pat Fish / Ian Botterill

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2002 Demo

Six song demo.

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CDR

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12 documented performances (click to explore)
2001 2 (Wilson)
2002 5 (Wilson)
2003 5 (Wilson)

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2002 demo
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