One of the more common requests that we get from fans is that we send them the lyrics to G.L.C.. So, to make this easier for us and followers of Menace we’ve put the lyric here. We’re also adding other popular lyrics.

If any of you are historians, beware. Needless to say, the perpetrators of punk in 1977 were not prone to writing everything down and filing it away for posterity. This set the band questions in 1997 when the songs were being revived. ‘How much can we remember?’ And, if we can’t remember, ‘What was Morgan singing?’ Mostly the words were clear in the recordings but not every word. So, there is a little guess work in some of the songs, very little.

One exception is Punk Rocker. The memory of this song was feint. D-Generate, of Wooton Edge, came to the rescue with a bootleg of a gig at the Lord Raglan in Wolverhampton from 31 October 1978. This threw light on most of the music and few of the words; you could not expect any more from a PA at a punk gig in 1978. So Charlie got to work deciphering the original words and John wrote some great lyrics to fill up the holes and the rest of the band got to work on rearranging the song. The result is today’s Punk Rocker, essentially written by both the 1970s and 1990s versions band.


Last Year’s Youth

Do you wonder how it feels
Out fighting for the deals
And all the sick games you discover
Overcoming fame, trying to ease the pain
With just another one night lover

Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
you told the truth

What you did was great and your fans relate
But your just not suited jackbooted
Your not yourselves your something else
Go home, come back with something new

Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
you told the truth
We ain’t gonna stop
We may not break the top
But we’ll die trying not crying
Nothing in the way, cos all we gonna say
is too true, that’s why no one is crying

Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
Don’t you know your last years youth 77 you told the truth
you told the truth


GLC

Gotta get outa this rat race
Gonna kicka my cage to fuck
Political Man and your smilin’ lies
You’re all covered in smut

GLC, GLC
GLC, GLC
You’re full of shit, shit
Shit shit shit shit

Waitin’ for a cell in a block of rock
Get me down, get me down, name and number
Get hitched dirty bitch ditch with the baby talk
Oh no! You won’t get lumbered

Court room six, dirty fix
Down a cell, live in hell
What’s your name, what’s your game
Masturbate, magistrate

How do you do it, divide and rule?
Split ‘em up, split ‘em up, keep ‘em out of sight
End up in the factory instead of in a school
Left right, left right, right right, wrong!