Gang of Four live Zagreb 1981 (posted on youtube by Strazarni Lopov)
Paralysed
Not Great Men
Return the Gift
What We All Want
Natural’s Not In It
Damaged Goods

Paralysed
They say our world is built on endeavor, that every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it, Paradise, if you can earn it.

History is the reason… I’m washed up
Blinkered, Paralysed… Flat on my back.

My ambitions come to nothing,
What I wanted, now seems just a waste of time.
I can’t make out what has gone wrong.
I was good at what I did.

The crows come home to roost
And I’m the dupe.

Not Great Men
No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on in the books at home

It’s not made by great men

The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives on in the books at home

The past lives on in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives on in the books at home

Return the Gift
Head away, from the years
You’re on the price list

Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland, no Obligation
We’ll send you an invitation
We’ll send you an inside shower x2

It’s on the market, You’re on the price list

In the spring, who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends

What We All Want
This wheel spins letting me off
It’s not the lack of trying, can’t put my finger on it.
You can’t help being hard up
Can’t trust the Gods we trusted
Don’t think there’s any insurance

Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time x2

This wheel spins letting me off
These doubts and nagging worries
Nothing to work towards
This demon on my back
Preaches the razor’s cut
The hope that does not fade

Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time x2

Natural’s Not In It
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Ideal love a new purchase; a market of the senses.
Dream of the perfect life; economic circumstances.
The body’s good business; sells out maintain the interest.
Remember Lot’s wife, renounce all sin and vice.
Dream of the perfect life!
This heaven gives me migraine.

The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Coercion of the senses, We are not so gullible.
Our great expectations, A future for the good.
Fornication makes you happy, No escape from society.
Natural’s not in it, Your relations are of power.
We all have good intentions, but always strings attached.
Repackage sex keep your interest.
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…

Damaged Goods
The change will do you good, I always knew it would
Sometimes I’m thinking that I love you, But I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour

The sweat’s running down your back the sweat’s running down your neck
The sins of the flesh, the simply sins of lust
Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue?)
Cooler couplings in the night (never saw your body)

Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour,
sometimes I’m thinking that I love you ut I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour -chorus-

Damaged goods, send them back; I can’t work I can’t achieve
Send me back… Open the till,
Give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you’re cheap but you’re too much

-chorus-

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I’m kissing you goodbye… goodbye, goodbye, goodbye